My Phone Came In!
I recently wrote about finding a really cool Sprint store at Mililani Town Center? My new cell phone came in earlier than expected. I figured out a way to get there earlier than planned. I made it and, although my Sprint friend, Matt, wasn’t there, the staff in the store were a big help and fixed me up just fine!
They hung in and stayed with me until the memory was all mapped over to the new phone and I was comfortable enough with its use to be on my way. I swear, this is the best Sprint Store ever! Yeah, yeah, they try to sell you stuff, but they do such a very good job of it! Their follow-up and follow through was excellent!
I don’t know if anyone remembers but I told you guys that things were going to happen that make me a little bit hissy. I even mentioned it when I started talking about just wanting to get a haircut at Supercuts. So, here I was, back at the same shopping center, and here I was heading home, and here is where I am about to get hissy again, or worse!
I did mention that I always get lost in Mililani, didn’t I? The technology on my new little phone was a bit more advanced than the older one so switching the service over took a little bit longer than planned. By the time I left the store it was late, dark, and raining. Needless to say, visibility was minimal.
“Go back the way you came,” I told myself,” and you’ll get right back on the freeway.” No problem. Right? Wrong!
I’m disoriented, I can’t even see my self-created landmarks, and I should have turned but I didn’t! Or, I did turn and I shouldn’t have. (Even now, I still really don’t know.) I’m lost! I can’t see the street signs through the darkness and rain, so that’s not helping.
“Okay, just keep going downhill and you’ll eventually get back to something familiar. Then you’ll know where you are.”
Just as I made that decision I ran into something that jolted me out of my seat and scared me to death. It also totaled my tire!
“Who the hell puts a curb in the middle of the street?!?”
There were a few other “choice” words thrown into that sentence but I will spare you that part. The photo above shows how narrow and winy the path to get around it is I understand why they did it. I know it was to slow drivers down. Mililani High School is on one side and a recreation center is on the other so I get it! But, there is a better way to slow drivers down without putting them in harm’s way or destroying their vehicles. “You dumb, *&$*%#!”
Uh, let’s see — lights? Warning signs? Lights on the median strip? Anything would have been better than what was there — which was NOTHING! Yeah, I think I had good cause to be hissy at that point.
There were little plastic poles on both ends of this nightmare but they were both knocked over. Gee, ya think maybe a few other people had this problem too??? Check out all of the tire marks seen on these photos of this middle-of-the-street “curb!” A police officer stopped to be sure I was okay. Shaken, angry, and a little banged around, but I was fine. “The main thing is that you’re okay,” he said. Uh huh, he knew!
Kipapa gulch has such a bad rap because of all the accidents, ghost stories, and urban legends that have shocked people over the years but, I swear, Kipapa Drive is worse! That’s where this story took place — where Kipapa Drive meets Ikaloa Street. This thing is such an anomaly it’s even visible on Google maps! I really think the D.O.T. (Department of Transportation) needs a letter, or maybe even a reprimand! Shall we at least talk about maintenance? If those stupid, useless poles were supposed to be the markers should they not have fixed them or figured out they needed a better solution? They’re just lucky that the damage to me personally was nothing more than a shock to my nerves and a bump or two! But I am digressing.
To continue the story, I’m now alone, in the dark, it’s raining, I don’t know where I am, and there’s a gaping hole in my tire. Then, to make matters worse, I suddenly have a strange young man telling me he will help me fix my tire if I will give him a ride back to Kalihi. Hmmm… he wants to get to Kalihi, what is he doing here? What is he doing walking around Mililani with just a back pack and without any transportation of his own? Even if I wanted to accept his offer, which I didn’t, my car had no jack and no tire iron. I guess I never had a reason to look for either one so I never noticed that they were missing.
Man did I miss my little Datsun at that moment. Datsun was a model of car; it became the brand young people know today as Nissan. Trust me, I’ve had to explain this to some people younger than I! Anyway, the tire would have been changed, by me, and I would have been back on the road in less than half an hour.
I do the usual — call my husband and tell him I’m stuck. Husband finally finds me, he is furious, the strange guy is still hanging around and that makes him even more furious. The tow truck driver who finally shows up is a lazy young guy who just wanted to tow us somewhere rather than help us change the tire. He had neither a clue nor any desire to help us. Loser!
Fortunately, we are in Mililani. Mililani has a WalMart! They had both a jack and a tire iron. We got what we needed and got the darn tire changed. It was no easy task either! The lug nuts were frozen and not budging. Even full body weight was not moving them. Then, finally! The nuts came lose, we changed the tire and got to the nearest gas station with an air hose before the spare ended up too damaged to get us home. I could go off here about having to PAY for air, but I won’t. But I’m thinking it! (That is another thing that makes me hissy!)
Whew! OMG! It was actually 2 a.m. before we were safely home and I pulled the blanket up over my head. After all of that, didn’t I have a reason to be upset? Even a little bit upset?
I know technology can be challenging on occasion but all of that for a cell phone? You have got to wonder if the technology is worth all of that drama!
Aw, poor little phone. The phone is happy now. My friend, Coco, and her mother just got back from Serbia and they gave me a pretty little hand-woven pouch — especially for my phone!
(Coco is our choir director and she’s actually tired of seeing me pull my phone out of my bra at the most inopportune times.)
What a spoiled little phone! It has its own blanket! A hand-made blanket!
What about the car? What happened to the tire? That will be part four of this long story. One thing just leads to another!
Drama to be continued…