RIP Cellular Telephone, Part II

As you remember, I had troubles recently with my cellular telephone. I spent $250 to get a new one. It was an unpleasant experience, but I went ahead and did it. Afterall, how else can I satisfy my unhealthy texting addiction?

The new cell phone was purchased on the 19th of February. It officially died on the 24th of February.

I bought insurance on this phone, so financially, I could care less. Functionally, I could care a lot more. My thumbs are beginning to go through atrophy. I can feel them getting weaker and weaker every hour that passes. With insurance, you can not just go to a Verizon store, as I attempted to do Sunday. The phone will be shipped to me at work on Tuesday. I don't know if I will make it.

Of course, all of this is pretty much my fault. When Jimmy's Pub is involved by 1 in the afternoon, for a Spartans game that begins at 9, trouble is bound to be around the corner.

I started off slowly, but gradually sped up to a feverish pace. Kade and Miranda met Caleb, Gerard, and I at Jimmy's later in the afternoon. We tried to maintain like we hadn't been drinking all day. I think we were mildly successful.

We wanted to watch the game at BW3. We knew we had to go there early. So we did. Surprisingly we found a nice table with some other friends. It was downhill from there. My phone was sitting on the table, it fell on the ground. I think it broke. In a stupor, I ensured it was broke, thinking at the time that I should take full advantage of the insurance. (This was helped along in the back of my mind by the fact that one of the buttons was loose, and it bothered me from the beginning, when I got my new phone).

I watched the Spartans until halftime. This is when Caleb, Kade, Miranda, and I decided that it would be better to watch the second half of the game at home, on the couch, in HD. The idea sounds great!! It didn't happen that way.

I went to my car, which would have been a big mistake, except for the fact that I didn't have my keys. The safeguards against drunk driving were well into effect. I think at the time, I was too exhausted to remember this. I lied flat in my car, after getting in with the clicker. I promptly fell asleep. In the meantime, the others made it home safely.

I woke up around 1 and realized that I had been sleeping in my car. I realized that I had no keys, and really wished that I would have just went home with everyone else. I walked over to 7/11 to use the ATM. I figured $100 would get me home. (I am retarded). I then waited for a cab. I got into the cab with four other guys and told the driver where I would need to go. I sat down and took a long ride out to Chandler's Crossing. When the other four guys got out, the cab driver asked where I needed to go. He promptly told me he couldn't go all the way over there. I asked him if that was his job. He got annoyed. I got annoyed even more. He ended up driving me basically back to where he picked me up, swearing that he didn't have time to take me 4 miles away. I even offered him $20 to do so. He said it wasn't about the money. I pointed out that business was about money and that he basically was an idiot. I literally threw $5 at him, as he insisted that I didn't owe him anything.

I got out and sought out another cab. (By the way I only had a sweatshirt on).

The second cab said she couldn't go out to Lansing, she was doing runs from the Brody Complex to downtown only. I got annoyed.

The third and final cab driver basically told me I was an idiot for trying to get a cab to take me to the East Side of Lansing. He said it was a game night and it was too busy to go that way. Flabbergasted, I pondered what the City of East Lansing does to help prevent kids from drinking and driving. This is when I came to the realization that they do nothing. In fact, they prefer that kids drink and drive so they can have more revenue and their police officers can make their bonuses.

On a side note, the City of East Lansing is one of the worst run governments that I have ever seen. They are the epitome of hypocritical, saying they embrace their student population, and turning their backs on them for their residents. I wish they would realize that without the students, their town would be nothing more than a run down, shitty little city.

Sorry, I digress.

I started walking, thinking it was pretty cold just for a sweatshirt. Without a cellular telephone, I couldn't call any friends, or even attempt to call another cab. I walked by the 24/7 store at the corner of Grand River and Michigan Ave. I stopped in to see if any cabs ever stopped there. The two workers said no. I asked if I could call a cab. They handed me a phone book. I asked if I could use a phone. The reluctance was ridiculous. Finally they let me place a call. It was busy. I told them that and they replied that it would be busy until 3am. They promptly took the phone and phone book away from me. The one employee suggested I take CATA. (Although I don't even think they run that late, I tried to get some quarters for the bus. They wouldn't give me change even!

I knew I would just walk in the cold. I had exhausted my options.

Before I left, I muttered something to the employees about getting robbed and shot and killed. Thankfully that didn't happen, because I would have become a prime suspect.

I walked home. Everyone was asleep, as they should have been.

Sunday morning, I found out that MSU won. I was happy, and confused, a little mad at myself, and a little embarrassed.

I fought through the dumb dumbs and had a productive day.