We are experiencing one of Dante’s lesser known rings of hell – cell phone purgatory.
It started last night. Middle Sister went to a VERY unsavory part of town to attend the Good Friday service at a friend’s church. While there she left her purse unattended (two times, no less, and she knows what a careless thing that was to do…) and her phone was stolen. After much discussion, we called to have it de-activated late last night.
In the light of day, we re-evaluated. Assuming her phone will never be seen again, here was the plan: I get an iPhone (which I’ve been considering for a while, for the sake of synching with my all-important iPad), and Middle Sister would take over my Galaxy, which was the exact same model as her lost phone.
Good so far. But it had to be done today – tomorrow’s Easter and the phone stores will be closed. I do NOT get involved in the ins and outs of our cell accounts, so The Husband had to go to the store with me. He is only available on the weekends. So…urgency.
Had a lovely experience at the store with a very pleasant and efficient young salesman. It took an hour to do all the details – reactivating, moving data, blah blah blah. Anyway, we had plenty of time to visit. He could easily be one of our kids’ friends, and I’d have him over for dinner any time. But it took so long, we had to dash out of the store without double-checking everything, in order to complete another vital errand before the day was over.
Got home, ate supper, and started messing about with the phones. Loading email accounts, sifting through contacts, all that stuff you do when you get a new phone.
Red flags started popping up all over the place. Every photo I’d ever taken on my old phone (including ones I’d deleted over a year ago) was still there. Annoying, but fix-able. My new contact list included every contact in Oldest Sister’s phone (note: she was not intended to be included in these new arrangements at all). Still fixable, but even more annoying. Some of my important contacts were dropped in the transfer. GRRRRR.
But here’s the big Kahuna: I tried calling Oldest Sister, who is in Chicago visiting her boyfriend for the weekend, just to say hi. And mysteriously, Middle Sister’s phone rang. I had Middle Sister text me, and sure enough – the text appeared on my phone as if it had come from Oldest.
So now I’m wondering if our daughter in Chicago has phone service at all, or if she’s now existing under her sister’s account. No way to tell because when I call Middle Sister’s number, I get Middle Sister’s voicemail message… no one picks up.
Next step: Text the boyfriend in Chicago and ask him to have Oldest give us a call. One more complication…they were out to dinner with his parents, and Oldest had – for the first time in her life – accidentally left her phone at his apartment.
AAAAAAAARGHHHHH…At this point I looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that the phone store would be open for 20 more minutes. (It’s a good thing I noticed their hours when I was in the store today. It’s a new location, and it doesn’t show up on any Google search anywhere.) The husband grabbed both phones and ran out the door. Thankfully the store is only five minutes away.
It’s now 20 minutes past their closing time and he’s not back yet. So we don’t yet know the end of the story. I’m just hoping my young salesman friend is still as friendly by the time The Husband gets through with him. The Husband’s nickname in the family is “The Consumer From Hell.” Never, ever cross this man in a business transaction. You will absolutely lose.
I’m still trying to decide on the moral of the story. Don’t go to Good Friday worship? Never leave your purse unattended? Never leave the phone store without trying every possible permutation of actions on every single phone? Or if you must do these things, make sure you marry someone who would keel over dead before he’d let a salesperson get the last word?
Maybe by tomorrow I’ll have that figured out.