“Mr. Bales, the phones are working.”

That’s what I said to my pop earlier after our old phone numbers finally ported to our new cell phones. My Jurassic Park quoting flew right over his head, however, and he just made a funny face and said, “Cool.”

Our Verizon phones came yesterday, so I’m finally done with T-Mobile. Seems like we’ve been with them forever. Now that I think about it, we have. We first signed up with GTE Wireless some seven years ago. They were bought out by Voicestream, who in turn were bought out by T-Mobile. In fact, my old phones still said “Voicestream” whenever I would turn them on.

It’s not that T-Mobile is awful or anything. They have cheap plans and nice phones, but my beef with them involves their coverage area; Specifically, it’s shitty. If I stand in the family room of my house, I get a signal. Then I move into the living room, and BAM! No more signal. Same with other people’s house. I’ll get a signal at Sarah’s, but not at Nate or Jason’s. And then I see my stupid friends who are Verizon customers get a signal everywhere they go. Fuck, I bet Sarah could descend to the torturous lava pits of Hell and still get a decent signal*, while I’m standing in a T-Mobile store getting the shaft.

But that’s all behind me. Now I’ve got a cool phone that apparently does everything except the dishes, and a coverage area that isn’t just some mythical concept.

Time to end this. Sarah just called and informed me that she’s coming to pick me up. So until next time….

JAB

* This is probably because Verizon has a lot of towers down there. After all, Hell is the fastest growing market.