Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Honey, Carol Ann's on the Line
Something got into by phone and it went bad. It just started to go and off again at random, and play its annoying little ditty each and every time it felt like it. Convinced it was possessed by some naughty little gremlins, I decided to take it to one of the local vendors to get it fixed. And I made a good call, too – the repair person was none other a witch herself, and although she was unable to clean my phone, she was able to transfer its soul (ie all those saved numbers) into another phone.
It just goes to show that the maxim about magic and technology is still alive and well today. So much so, in fact, that I have determined that the next time time my computer crashes, I’m calling these guys:
Labels: Modern Life
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