So Heather took our only phone at the moment (Ill hopefully get a new one on Wednesday) with her to Idaho. When I got home from work I found our internet was down. It feels super weird not to be able to connect to anyone. Like were all so wired in with real-time updates that to lose that feels a bit claustrophobic. Like a nuclear bomb could go off or everyone you love could die from a peanut allergy and you wouldnt know. Anyways, I was worried that HeatherLouise would think I died in a horrible fire, so from 8 until 10 I was a total bridge troll. Our apartment is between the back entrance and the elevators. The halls echo quite loudly. Any time I heard someone walking by, I ran out half-crazed and accosted them: My wife has my phone in Idaho, and our internet is down, could you please send a text? This isnt some weird phone-based scam. You can even send the text to make sure it isnt some kind of murder-code or something. Ack, please!! Come baaaack!! I do not know what is wrong with people. Maybe Im just more trusting, or naive, or a bleeding heart, or have human decency. But if someone who was clearly a resident of my building, reasonably well dressed, needed to use my phone to make a phone call, I would bend over backwards to make it happen. And I got shut down by worried looking frat boys and girls all night. Eventually someone suggested I use the business lounge, which Id totally forgotten about. . . To make matters worse my mouth is full of canker sores from eating nothing but corn chips since Heather left. . . PITY ME. . . PITY MEEEEEE!!!
Posted on: Tue, 08 Jul 2014 03:18:02 +0000