While returning from a pleasure trip to Mexico, my cell phone was taken out of my luggage at the airport... nothing else was missing , except the device, with its corresponding battery charger. The incident was sour, no doubt, but it is not that what it matters this time. What worries me is that I had laughed in silence of the phrase my husband mentioned : "I will die if my phone gets lost... My life is in there". Although I know that he spoke figuratively, I considered a frankly overstated expression...but...oh, surprise!... the mockery ended with the passing of the hours, the days, crediting the reason for the name "SMART" Phones, with all the pain of my heart, and making me feel at the same time, impaired - worse- outraged, in what I considered my intelligence.
Eager to let my five followers know which doomed airline is that employs low level people that steal belongings out of luggage - closed with special locks - I tried to write on Twitter, but the password, the damn password was concealed as part of my contacts ... in the cell. I remember that was 17something ... or 71?... or was something first and then 71? or 17?.. I will hopelessly have to activate a new account.
I tried to forget the topic of social networks and decided to do something remotely related to the recent distaste: checking my bank statement, given the recent consumption of pleasure derived from a trip Ditto. Ready! www.bank.com, name, OK, user, mmm... the usual one, OK... NIP... ooops... nip... According to me is... is the name of my third dog... or was it the current one + no. 12... or 21... or 1221?. First, second and third attempt... and code... what? In addition to the PIN?, OMG! Now, personal questions for codes recovery... Let's see: “¿where did my parents meet?” I don’t remember if I wrote Mexico, Mexico City or Mexico, D.F.... all responses failed,even with Capital letters!.The account was locked and I now need to call the far from friendly customer service which requests that I provide my frequent client code (registered in the cell phone,as usual) ... Jesus! What is it? 6 digits?, my birthday, " ¿ right, Miss?"... my lucky numbers... " neither... are you sure?... " I will call later, thank you." Finally after two hours I was able to fix the problem, going thru the longest possible way.
To put an end to the topic of the today deceased cell phone and continue with my daily life, I went to replace it, but was requested the code to allow me to keep the same number with the new company. I don't want to answer where was it stored, because I will look as a not so Sapiens Homo Sapiens. Of course that day was fully spent in paperwork and I completely forgot the birthday of a great friend of mine, whose date had registered in you-know-where... and a fanfare served as alarm/reminder. I already apologized with him.
The next day in the morning and with a new equipment of cellular communication in my hand, I received at home the call from my audiologist assistant: "you had your appointment at 10: 30 a.m.," added to the notification via email of a $20 USD charge for not having brought my dog to its monthly bath, having wasted the guy’s reserved time and – just as a soft final ending - I forgot to take my homeopathic drops of the 7: 00 a.m. . What a way to start the day!.
As a light at the end of the tunnel and to compensate for all of this, I deliberately remembered that not only had I enjoyed a very pleasant vacation in Puerto Vallarta, but that I was able to take a unique picture of a beautiful Falcon that was posing before me, majestic... believe me… I can even attach the picture... ah... arrgh... no, no... forget it... I just remembered with what I sadly took the picture.
Now that I went to pick up my new Smart Phone I should have asked ... who belongs to who?
My mid January hug for you all.