You won't let me keep my blushes to myself, eh? Well, OK, here's the story of the AWOL cellphone. I keep my medications in a blue plastic basket, 8.5" by 9", and separated into four parts for morning, noon, evening and bedtime meds. Last Saturday evening, I was filling my weekly pill holder, and when it was time to go to bed, I piled the weekly pill holder on top of the basket, and tucked the phone into a corner, and carried all to my bedroom.
Joan and I both looked at that basket, probably several times, but never thought to look IN it. But yesterday, my hand of its own volition reached for the basket and pulled out my phone. The battery needed recharging, and the phone had put itself to sleep. I plugged in the recharger and left it overnight. The battery showed fully charged this morning, but I couldn't make the phone wake up and stay awake. I did everything exactly as the owner's manual said, and the damned phone continued to snore.
I finally decided that the only thing left to do was to take it to the store where the technicians seem to know exactly what to do. And sure enough, he took the back off, reset the simcard, put the phone back together--just as I had done--and voila! the phone woke up. This is the second time the phone has embarrassed me that way. Or the technicians have magic fingers. Take your choice: magic fingers or a spiteful instrument. Or maybe it's just that technology hates me. My computer loves to crash--oops! I hope it's not listening--on a fairly regular basis.
So that's the story of the AWOL cellphone! Satisfied?
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