Never Buy a Cell Phone From Wanderlust Wireless

Never Buy a Cell Phone From Wanderlust Wireless
Saturday, May 2, 2015 by Maureen Lewicki

Categories: Grandma's heart / Uncategorized

That nugget of a wisdom came today as I waded through my alleged memory to recall where I put my cell phone.

There was no clue in that sludgy mire.

My family is accustomed to this. Both the phone loss and the bog for a memory. I am so glad I taught the kids about offering grace and mercy to the weak.

I admit to a slightly irritating little habit of setting the phone down in random places. And then leaving it. Wherever. Whenever.

Such as the time I left it in the library. Why I even had it out in such a bastion of quiet I don't know. I wonder how high the librarian jumped when I called it later that day.

And then there was the movie theater. I was home at the time and the next movie showing had started.

They have those clever video clips reminding you to refrain from phone conversations, but fortunately they don't ask you to refrain from calling your own phone. So I did.

I wonder what the gentleman thought when his seat began to vibrate. I imagine he answered his own phone first because it did ring many times before he answered. Either that or it took a while to extricate it from the soda goo on the floor.

I would never have pried a phone off the sugar sludge that gives movie theater floors such character so I instantly admired that man, whoever he was.

No one was smiling at me when I approached customer service to retrieve the phone, but what care I, having been reunited with it?

This week we cast off from our landline phone. The decision to do so took longer than I care to admit, but I think Bush was in the White House. I refrain from telling which one.

My finger shook as it hovered above the button to suspend the number. Note suspend, not delete, so that tells you the decision is still on the table.

Can you understand why this was such a hard decision? I have a history and not just for losing the phone.

Please do not mention dropped calls in my family's hearing.

I manage my phone charger even more loosely than the phone.

I have also 'butt called' every member in my family at least once. I guess if you do for one in your family, you have to do it for all. This habit has put a whole new spin on the expression "touch base."

So we have at least temporarily detached from our land phone, and I have no idea where my cell phone is and yes I have called it many times, but please refer back to my comment about the charger. It is dead or vibrating off some table.

Somewhere. Out there.

So mental note to Self: A good idea can go bad quickly.

How long will it take for the quick-sand memory to swallow up that pearl of wisdom?

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