My phone isn’t working. The inside screen is all white.
So if you call me, I will happily pick up the phone. However, I cannot call you because like many, I have almost no one’s number memorized. And I am afraid I will type something in wrong and not know it, and wind up bothering a stranger.
I do, however, know the number for 911. So if you are a crazy person thinking about coming to my house and attacking me and thinking you will get away free, think again.
The white screen is a vast improvement over the phone’s first malady, which was constant vibration. On Monday afternoon and evening, if the phone was on, it was vibrating. As if I don’t have enough things in my life to make me slightly batty.
So we’re off to the Verizon phone hospital.
We arrived at said Verizon phone hospital to discover two things:
- a. Said Verizon phone hospital no longer resides in the same location.
- b. My phone had been miraculously healed.
So there I was, outside an empty storefront with a phone that was working. Confusion inevitably followed.