Barb’s Burblings

I was packing up to leave work yesterday when I pulled my cell phone out of the drawer. I turned it on, noticed that the battery was low, and then…something.

I don’t know what. I got home and couldn’t find my phone. I searched through my bag and couldn’t find it, so I assumed I left it at work. I tried WheresMyCellPhone.com and heard nothing in the apartment. I searched my desk at work and found nothing. I got home and searched the car. Nothing. (Except a map of Pittsburgh, an extra umbrella, and an empty bottle of Diet Coke, all of which were hiding under the passenger seat.) So I decided to head out to the nearest cell phone store.

Where I discovered that even a basic cell phone would set me back a good $150. I left the store, vowing to redouble my efforts. I didn’t search every drawer in my desk at work. I should stop by the donut shop I went after work, though I didn’t take out my cell phone there. (That I remember.) (And which, by the way, did not have marshmallow glaze, so I couldn’t try out my s’mores donut idea.) (Anyway.) I’ll call the store I popped into to get the new Mika CD, even though the bad stayed in my car the whole time.

I got home and realized that hey, I actually still have my previous two cell phones. I wonder if I can just reactivate one of them, saving myself $150? I can wait until February, when I’m due to get another free cell phone. Which is the kicker, really. I’ve had three cell phones now, and haven’t paid for any of them. I don’t know that they’re worth $50 each, but putting down some money now wouldn’t be so bad.

Luckily, that’s not something I have to face, as I just activated an old phone. Woo! I feel all empowered now. Take that, cell phone industry!