Don’t ask if you don’t wanna know
My cel phone is still broken. AT&T says “it couldn’t possibly be broken… it’s shock proof and water prof.” I brought it in to see if I could get some sort of replacement. They said, “oh my… you should have gotten the extra insurance.” Because of the advertised ruggedness, it is quite difficult to get replaced. I’m forced to live back in the stone age (1980’s) where there were no cel phones. On the upside, I’m starting to get use to this. I don’t have to be accountable to anyone. I don’t have to answer any calls. I’m completely and utterly out of touch. It’s refreshing. It’s like I’m living in the remotest part of the Amazon jungle… yet, I can still pull over and get a Starbucks. Yep, I think it’s pretty nice not knowing and not being in touch constantly. I’ve used my wife’s smart phone off and on. So, n the other hand, I just might get myself real bona fide “smart phone.”
I’m thinking that I’ll save up and get me a upgrade. I dream of one day being able to afford a real high end “smart phone” … just like the one being used by the girl in front of me in the supermarket line. Yea, the one using the “Oregon Trail Card.”
Teacher asks the kids in class: “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
Little Johnny: “I wanna be a billionaire, going to the most expensive clubs, take the best wench with me, give her a Ferrari worth over a million bucks, an apartment in Copacabana, a mansion in Paris, a jet to travel through Europe, an Infinite Visa Card and to have her on my arm going to all the best parties”.
The teacher, shocked, and not knowing what to do with the bad behavior of the child, ignores him and continues the lesson. “And you, Susie? What to you want to be when you grow up?”
“I wanna be Johnny’s wench!”