I Underestimated It

The number 7… not one of my favorite numbers. I, along with my sisters, have thing number “thing”. It’s a little weird I suppose, but that’s just the way I roll.

So when the 7 on my phone started acting up, you’d think that I wouldn’t be too sad to see it go. But I underestimated how much I actually need that 7. After a few days, it went from “acting up” to completely FUBAR! Not only could I not dial any phone numbers with the #7, I couldn’t text using any letters that correspond with the #7. And let me tell you, P, Q, R, and S are pretty much the backbone letters of the English language. As much as it hurts me to admit it, I need 7!

Now I have gone back to my old phone. A phone that resembles a toy, and definitely does NOT have any of the bells and whistles of my former piece of crap one. But then again, my modest little cell is 3 years old, has been in the mouth of an overly exuberant puppy, dropped in water as well as on the ground numerous times, and is still working.

If nothing else, I guess I can look at this as a life lesson. That there is something to be said about passing up something that looks pretty on the outside, but is fragile and ultimately sucks ass. Sometimes simplicity is best.

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