I could just spit.
So yesterday, Suzy and I are watching TV after Logan goes down for bed, and the movie “Teachers” is on. And as we’re watching Ralph “The Karate Kid” Maccio, we’re debating whether “Teachers” came out before or after “The Outsiders.” I resolve to bring closure to this important debate and hit up wikipedia. I pull my phone out of my pocket, ready to let my thumbs do the walking, only to find that the phone has taken the big dirt nap — namely, while there’s no exterior damage to the phone whatsoever, the LCD screen appears to be cracked or torn underneath the glass screen. Suck.
I have insurance on the phone through T-Mobile, so I call up the company to file a claim on the phone. They’ll air-ship me a new phone by Tuesday, and then I get socked with a $110 replacement fee. I look this up on T-Mobile, because since I’ve been paying $5.90 a month in premiums, I was expecting, like, no cost to replace. Turns out that in the not-even-fine-print that they’re right and I’m wrong. I start looking to see what’s a cheaper option — like, what if I just replace it with a regular ol’ phone, and even that (without extending my contract) is about $149.
I’m no longer locked into T-Mobile so I can just quit, but what would I upgrade to? I can’t afford the iPhone right now. So in fact, it would appear that the sensible option is to replace my phone with a new one.
But it makes me mad. One, that I have to pay to replace the phone even though I have the insurance on it. And two, that this presents an opportunity and all the excuse I need to just change lanes and get the iPhone, but even now I can’t come up with a compelling enough reason to buy the Jesus phone.
I’m feeling all Web 1.0 in a Web 2.0 world.
In other news, I got my surround sound speakers up yesterday, so I can at least watch Gladiator and 300 back to back and lose myself in the DTS drumbeat of battle.