Don't Call Me, I'll Call You

One way to finagle your way to a new phone is to lose your old one. I've been wanting one for a while, a nice one that can take and receive pictures, especially now that I have a baby. I knew I needed a new one when I saw my 82 year-old patient whip out the same identical phone I had! Don't get me wrong, this phone was once a decent phone that I was not embarrassed to be seen talking on, but techno trends change like the wind and what was once cool can turn archaic in a matter of months.

Now on to my story. I was going down Thompson highway on my way to Target with my little man in tow when something dropped from the sky and landed on my car. I maintained composure but quickly made my angry face into the rear-view and side-view mirrors looking for the hood-rat doing hood-rat stuff (thank you Latarian for that gem of a phrase*) throwing something at my car! Don't tell me that I actually have to have a "Baby on Board" sign for the idiots of the world to pay me extra respect on the road. Come on people! Oh wait. Where's my cell phone? Did I leave my cell phone on the roof of my car when I was strapping Eli in? No. I. did. not. I then frisked myself and found no cell phone. Not even in the crotch region where it sometimes slips. Dang it! Cell phone gone forever into the abiss of 3 foot roadside weeds.

So good-bye royal blue Krazor. You were good for a while, but it's obviously time to up-grade. And to the friends/family who already know that I hardly ever answer the phone and never return voicemails in a timely manner, this time there is a legitimate reason.

*Here's the Latarian video. Please enjoy but beware, your jaw my drop.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qcqOgnQyXp4

And thank you all for taking the time to read my little story. As Kasey just said, "no one cares about your stupid phone. They just want to see pictures of the baby." So here's your reward.