Addicted to CrackBerry

Mother's Day came early in the Colthorp household.

Sorry for not checking in here lately, but I've been busy with my new love-- the BlackBerry.  It began last week with my old phone, a Nextel Motorola P.O.S.  The display on it went dead and I had been looking for a reason to get a new one.  It also provided the perfect opportunity for a Mother's Day gift, since Jules has the same phone I do.

So off I went to the Sprint store in Eastwood Monday night looking for a 2-for-1 deal on phones, or at the very least, an improvement.  Now, I had been to this store before, once was one of the first of many times I had to repair the Nextel and the other was a browsing expedition.  Both times I was met close to the door by an employee on his cell quickly telling me, "We don't repair those here."  The second time it ticked me off enough that I cut my shopping off just in case Mr. Lazy got a commission.  So, when I walked in on Monday I was prepared for this guy, and the chair that would likely be close by, but I lucked out. 

So, I glanced at some phones and came across the BlackBerry Curve.  Sweet.  Too much phone, though, I thought to myself.  Jules would say that and probably ruin the gift, so I kept looking, but every time I came back to the Curve.  For Jules it would be picture and text heaven and for me it would help me clear off a terribly messy desk with detailed contacts and a calender.  I did the math and after rebates on the phones, an extra one for upgrading and the Eastwood gift card from my in-laws for my birthday, I could walk out of there with two BlackBerrys and accessories for $125.  I could live with that.

The tricky part was setting up the phones without tipping off Julie until Sunday.  The guy in the store assured me, they could turn the old phone off, back on, and she wouldn't be the wiser.  Nice.  And by the way, what is it with phone store employees who seem like they hate their job.  The guy who helped me, was a bit of a roughneck who was obviously tech-savvy, and helpful, but really seemed like he hated dealing with people.  In his defense, it was the end of the day and his co-worker kept re-explaining things about the phone he had already gone over with me. 

Anywho, I got Jules the red one and I took the silver one.  When I got back to work I get a call from home.

Me: Yallow?
Julie: What kind of phone did you get me?
Me: Wha? Wha? Phone?
Julie: What kind of phone did you get me?
Me: Why do you think I got you a phone?
Julie: Because when I went to make a call it said restricted service.
Me: Damn!
Julie: So, you're busted.  And what kind of phone did you get me?
Me: Uh, since that's the only element of surprise I have left, you'll have to wait... but you're gonna love it.

I pull into the garage that night and the door to the house pops open and she's there waiting.  At this time, little Miss Teacher is usually asleep dreaming of lesson plans and such, but not tonight.  I showed her the phone and she said, "I think it's too much phone."  No lie. 

The next day, I got a text that clued me in to the fact I made a good choice.

10:32a Jules: "This thing is BAD ASS!"

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