So arrived at my local phone store and number four in the list. There are two customers with appointments. The third one is Enrique and his is at 5:15 pm. In number four on the list. That means i have to wait one hour.
Around 1600 pm, Dad handed me a brown package, which contained my new phone. I hurriedly got dressed and headed out to this freaking place.
Some dude at the central station checked me in. In the meantime, I’m blogging. I already have my two old devices and a possible third, in which the contract won’t expire until August of this year.
I’m using this smartphone but it’s part of the buyback program. I have a previous device, which I’m hoping will be credited, or at least recycled. So I wanna give up three devices for one, because it is part of the cleaning up.
The other two electronic devices are readers. One is getting old, the other is generic. Both can hook up to the WiFi.
I’m sitting next to this kiosk and it’s too loud. So I unhooked my two hearing aides. The stupid LTE system keeps bugging out.
The hold up is because a bunch of family members are taking to long. I wonder what can be done to speed up the line. This place is predominately Hispanic. Sheesh.
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