Phones and I do not get along.
My third Samsung Galaxy bit the dust last night. The screen was already cracked from Chicago, but this morning my phone couldn’t muster anything beyond glitchy green lines.
I suspect that the combination of tight jean pockets and last night’s dancing was too much for the Galaxy to bear. It’s dead. Adieu.
Another phone is en route to my house.
I felt particularly downtrodden this morning because not only was my phone dead, but the -15 temperatures zapped my car battery.
So, I had no phone, a dead car battery… and oh, I was also locked out of my email because Google decided to text a security login code to my non-functioning phone. I felt stranded in my own home.
Good thing my friend Naomi stayed over after our night out. She eventually woke up and let me borrow her phone to call roadside assistance. The jump took all of 5 minutes, and then I was off to Valvoline for a new battery.
After getting a new battery, I was prepared to drop a month’s rent at Sprint for a new phone, but the overly tall sales guy reminded me that I have phone insurance. $100 was all that it took to get another phone shipped my way. Woop!
The phone might arrive as early as tomorrow. I’m excited to get my phone and my gmail access back. Good things ahead.
