January 31, 2008
It Doesn’t Take Much
We had the big kids tonight, and we went to the Bellevue Square Mall to have dinner, and I had to go to visit Verizon to get a new phone for Anh, and also replace my MIA data card.
Why did Anh need a new phone? Well, Samwich likes to put her phone in his mouth. His spittle is a little phonotoxic. It has special toxic effects on the “2”, “5”, “7”, down arrow, right arrow, send and menu keys. Today, it got so bad that Anh was able to take calls, but not place them. There was NO way to actually use the available, working keys to place a call. Basically, he bricked her phone.
New phone time.
I’m taking the money out of his college fund.
Ok, and I got to pay the $257 dumbass tax for losing my data card when we were in SFO for my surgery.
While I was taking care of this Anh and the big kids were playing on this big foam ferry that’s right across from the store. Samwich had a blast, and I could hear Peri and John laughing from inside the store.
The Verizon folks were very nice, and took care of the transaction quickly and professionally. When we were done, I asked the salesman if he could change my name on the account. I showed him my old and new licenses, and he took at look at the system, and it turns out that no, he can’t. Only the on-the-phone customer service could do it. No problem, I took my license, put it in my wallet, and we walked over to the counter to pay.
He said to me:
“I just want to ask, would you like me to call you ‘Megan’?”
I said:
“Yes, that would be great, but how did you know that was my name?” (Because all my records are still under Michael).
He said:
“I DO pay attention, you know. You did give me your license, and even though I couldn’t change your name, I saw your new one.”
I said:
“That’s super nice… thank you!”
M( ) 
Kris said,
February 1, 2008 at 6:07 am
Aw, that’s so very sweet! Just letting you know Megan that that story my my WHOLE Friday.
As for phones, I understand Anh’s trouble. 2 years ago I actually FLUSHED my phone. When I got it back (and Lysoled the hell out of it) the down button and the 8 wouldn’t work on my phone. Anytime anyone wanted to borrow it, I’d always freak out, asking “Does the number have an ‘8’ in it? Cause if it does, you can’t borrow it.” I was so thrilled when I could dial 8!
Kris said,
February 1, 2008 at 6:09 am
Oh, I didn’t notice it at first, but I love your addition to the illustration. 🙂
Megan>> For Samwich, cellphones are a food group!