So my phone died again. Four times I've had someone come in to fix the damn thing, and it's worked for a total of three days. If they give me any more excuses or try to come back another day, I'm going to shove the phone down their throat. I've had it. I already missed out on my family calling me for my birthday Sunday. And it's almost impossible to make plans when I can't call around and ask what's going on.
I'm now going on the theory that China doesn't understand telephones. Maybe if I tell the repairman that he's incompetent he'll feel embarassed enough to fix the thing.
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