My wife and I both got our cellphones almost two years ago, and both of them have recently been having problems. So this afternoon, I drove over to her parents' house, where the kids were swimming; we bundled into one car, since downtown Palo Alto is always a Parking Challenge on Thursday evening, went to the Verizon store, and got new phones (and the various unfortunate accessories you need to keep them going).
Since we had the children with us, and since "children in a cellphone store" is the sort of phrase you normally imagine hearing when you're telling a story involving bad parenting, some hilarious misadventure with a kiosk, and much apologizing, we thought it made sense for my wife to take the kids and get the car while I did the paperwork, then drive me back to my car.
However, the kids wanted to stay in the store, and promised to behave, so they hung out with me, while I renewed our contracts.
I ended up getting a Motorola Razr, with the Bluetooth headset (handy tip: looks like the phone and headset use the same charger, so when you buy them together, you essentially get a charger for home, and a charger for the offce), and between dealing with that, keeping the kids from getting overcompetitive over who would hold Daddy's old phone, and dealing with the Verizon rep, I had my hands full.
We got out of the store, bundled into the van, drove around the corner, got the kids secured in their seats, then headed home, to more discussion about whose turn it was to hold which bag, me wondering if I could connect my phone to my Mac, and other things.
A block from home, my wife says, "Oh no! We forgot your car!"
Oops.
But the phone is cool.
[To the tune of The Beatles, "A Hard Day's Night," from the album "Anthology 1 [Disc 2]".]
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