On Sunday, December 26, 2004, the tsunami hit south east Asia. Monday, December 26, 2005, my cell phone is stolen. How much more can the world take?
My favorite cell phone was swiped from wherever it lay after a movie in theater 13. Whoever found it is using it, but I am getting some satisfaction out of draining the battery with my incessant calling. Dancing Queen this, you dirtbag! Add in Sprint not "porting" my number for 4 days now (supposed to take about an hour), and we have a recipe for disaster. Yes, it is true that only I can make outgoing calls, but those bastards can use my phone for all the incoming calls they want! I, on the otherhand, can receive none. OOh, I am so very mad about this. Sprint is in for the fight of their life if they think I am paying for them to wait on their asses. Apparently people are leaving sprint in droves. As a new Verizon customer, I highly advise switching. Their phones are getting getting more gizmos and the service is hella better. Seriously. Just ask consumer reports. Or something.
On the brighter side of things, Verizon, with the right phone settings, can track down a lost phone, something sprint says they cannot do, but can actually complete with triangulating. Some people are looking at putting chips in their cellphones so that they can detonate them from a remote location. Now that would be sweet. I wouldn't be nearly so aggrivated at losing my phone if I knew that I could explode the damn thing Inspector Gadget style- "Go go Gadget cell detonation!!"........ BOOM!! Of course, anyone that knows me knows that my couch would probably explode, catching everything else on fire, simply because my stubborn ass knew it couldn't possibly be misplaced. Now THAT... would certainly tick me off than just having some POS using it and charging up my bill. To them I send a hearty "Fuck you, you fucking fuckers! May you rot for eternity on the side of the jersey turnpike with broken legs, no money, and no first person view of John Malcovich beforehand!!"
