I am notorious for choosing to not make big decisions and take care of my life. For example, I moved to Maryland eight months ago and have yet to find a doctor or dentist. So when I dropped my phone in the sink at the Nashville airport last night, I was glad to find that it still worked and I didn't have to get a new phone. Because that would mean having to make a big life decision. But I woke up to the supreme disappointment that the screen was, in fact, on the water damage blitz.
For once, I decided to actually be a big girl (in the grown-up sense, as opposed to the could-use-a-gym-membership sense) and head to the Verizon store tonight after dinner. I took Kashmir along for the ride, and am SO happy with that decision. Because now we have this special moment to reminisce upon for the rest of our ridiculous lives.
We wait for Brandi the customer service associate to look up my info and redirect my number to an old phone for the next month and a half until I'm due for an upgrade. Kashmir and I are deep in our usual absurd chit chat and manage to catch each others' eyes immediately after we both noticed that we weren't paying enough for what Brandi was showing us. So then we had to work really hard to keep up the chatter without completely losing it.
I mean, it's one thing when your boobs are hanging out of your shirt. I've been known to show a little cleavage every now and then. But this was more than cleavage. This was BOOBS. And a sort of dingy white bra. Her shirt was dipping so low we could even see the belly skin below the chest. And it just stayed that way. THE WHOLE TIME.
Oh, my life!
