I now have 3G at my house. American Telephone & Telegraph has a temporary reprieve from my angst.
This is today's subject:
Picture this figgin' adorable 6-year-old in a booster seat in the back of your car. She's talking on her real cell phone with no service having an imaginary conversation with her best friend Riley.
This is what you hear:
Her: Hey Riley! What are you doin'?
Her: Really? Me too! What movie are you going to see?
Her: NO WAY! We're going to see Alvin & the Chipmunks too! Where are you going to see it?
Her: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! That's where we're going! Maybe we'll see you there!!
Her: Oh, I'm in the car with my Aunt Jamie.
Her: Well, let me explain. My Dad is her brother. That makes her my aunt.
Her: Wait, guess what I'm thinkin!
Her: THAT'S RIGHT!!! I WAS thinking of a taco.
This continues for 9 more minutes.
After watching Alvin & the Chipmunks, she turns back on her "phone" and says:
Her: It's crazy Aunt Jamie!!! My phone's been blowin' up!!! I have ELEVEN new text messages.
Now, you know why I don't return her for a refund.