I’d just had it. That wretching financial pain that comes with the prospect of having to buy another “on-contract full-price” phone to replace an HTC Touch that replaced a Motorola Razr that my dear wife lovingly laundered no more than 2 months ago. Then again, I’ve not had much luck with phones since about 2004; averaging one every year or two, so this really sucks… again.
The human mind is a wonderful thing. It’s also the most rambling, dynamic, worry-wart of an affair that conjures up all sorts of scenarios and what-if situations.
So I start wondering…
Wondering whether or not some jerk is out racking up a massive long distance toll to “Burkina Faso, Disputed Zone”.
Wondering if I should drive back to the office just to find it staring at me, mocking me for the worry, wasted time and fuel.