I hate loan phones...

Because they're usually much crappier the the one you originally had. Case in point:

The phone died in the middle of the night in the birthing suite when Anna was in labour. It just won't turn on anymore. Hey, maybe it was reborn as my son, some sort of tele-reincarnation. Perhaps we should name him Nokia instead of Joseph!

Please, if you think you're in my phone book, email me with your name and number so I can build my phone book again. The people at the fix place say it's 50/50 whether I'll get my numbers back or not.

I'm hoping for an upgrade, will settle to get my own phone back fixed and I'm REALLY hoping they don't pull the 'it's water damage' cop out line.

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