Just blew 45 minutes of my precious time talking to T-Mobile. Warranty replacement is coming for the Galaxy Note 5. Battery is fucked. Their phone support had a feature I’ve never encountered. You leave a callback number and they call you back, with the promise that you do not lose your place in line. It seemed to work. They called me back immediately. After we didn’t really solve the problem the woman I talked to called back an hour later, saying she had researched the issue a little bit. This led to being transferred to another more advanced tech support person and, all while walking around outside, we diagnosed and analyzed my phone together using an app that allows them to access system information for the device. I had to change my password and do a bunch of other technical gymnastics but it worked out. All in all T-Mobile’s support infrastructure seems amazingly well thought through.
What a different world this is from how I grew up. I was thinking of that earlier today, while walking on 34th Avenue and watching blowjob videos on my tablet. How did the world change so fast that doing such a thing is even possible? Then the dude on his Vespa got mauled by the car. That could have been so much worse. And it made me think that watching porn while walking on a sidewalk is pretty stupid.
While walking and talking to T-Mobile I saw Chris, a friend from the golden days of Sunswick. His sister was way hot for me, even with her misgivings about the age gap. I think I am 12 or 13 years ahead of her. I remember being impressed by how she just barged all the way into my bedroom the first time she came over to my place. I liked her but not like that. Breasts to drown in. She found her mate and they moved to Tampa, where I grew up. Chris was an aspiring comedian when I knew him. I asked him to “Say hi to your sister for me.” He said he would.
And in other Sunswick passages I saw Nick… at least I think that’s his name. Dangerous, bad guy. He was one of Gary’s drug dealers. Gary’s the former friend who became homeless after his mother died. Unlike some dealers Nick did a lot of drugs himself. Gary talked of Nick’s coke binges like they were legend. He was hanging out at the ghetto coffee shop, where I saw the shockingly beautiful woman earlier today.
