Monday, June 18, 2007

Mishaps & Miss Communications

The Grandbaby was sooooo cute. She was dancing for us, showing off her dancing shoes. She was chasing the dog and petting her, "Daug!" Throwing her tiny head back and laughing. Showing us her boo-boo's. Her plump little sandal clad legs with scabs on both knees. She showed us her "mean" face, which was a scrunched up adorable growling face.

She was precious pretending like she was holding a conversation on a cell phone. Ahh, there never was a cuter 19 month old.

Then she flung my phone on the tile floor and danced away.

My phone was dead. There was no reviving it. No matter how many times I turned it on and off, it did nothing but give me a feeble blink.

I headed to the Cingular store first thing this morning and checked out all the selections of newer phones, much newer than my two year old dinosaur! Incredible what those little power tools can do now. MP3 players, Internet, Blackjack, bluetooth, blackberry, miniature tv's...endless.

I chose a simple MotoRazr...gotta say "Hello Moto".

Why?

'Cause I have a grandbaby who is prone to flinging things.

As he was trying to see what could be salvaged from the trusty little Moto phone I began to tell him about Hurricane Wilma and being in Cancun trapped in a school house with a category four storm raging around us. 20 strangers thrown together by circumstance and karma. I told him how the next morning we found that my Motorola cell phone with Cingular service was the only phone that would work amidst the destruction and chaos.

I told him how our group was so diverse and international. That motorola phone called Denmark, England, Chicago, Switzerland, LA and Texas.

How that phone connected us to the outside world with whom Cancun was totally cut off from. How my Mom told us that CNN reported we were in the eye of the storm and had another night of the back side of Wilma!

I told him how my phone bill was about $300 bucks but it was worth every damn penny.

"You should tell them. That is an incredible story."

As I was gathering up my new phone and box and receipt for the rebate he picked up the old Motorola and smiling handed it to me.

"She's history, she needs to go home with you."

How true.

3 comments:

meno said...

Well now, that is a cool story about your phone.

I hope you saved that phone bill, what a treasure.

Bill said...

You are so right about grandchildren. My wife and I have 8 and they are all so much fun.

I can tell you love your grandchildren so I just wanted to pass on a little information and please understand I am just trying to be helpful and not critical.

As a former Nextel technician I have seen many phones that did not work and when I opened them up to see why they were green with corrosion. Investigating further I found that many of these were from children playing with them and putting them in their mouth. These, as do all cell phones and most electronic items, have toxic metals in them. The corrosion is from these metals breaking down from the saliva and thus running back into the child's mouth. So when you let small children play with a cell phone please watch them so they don't put them in their mouth.

AC said...

That is a GREAT story, well told.

Are you going to have to rake up grass clippings every time you mow?