Hubby “needed” a new phone.
Hubby is a 2.5L — which means his next time off before 11 PM will happen about, oh, never. So, being a good wifey, I went to Verizon to get him one.
Aparently, an ID with a matching address, the same last name and MY cell phone number as the primary number isn’t enough to get the hubster a new phone.
The conversation started with: “you aren’t on the account”… progressed to, “you could call him”… at which point I held up his phone and said, “yea– let’s do that and watch this one ring”… which is when the dink holes repeated the calling suggestion three or four times. Really, I should have called Andy… he’d have played along…
Then the f-nuckle said the magic words, “or, he can go on-line and add you to the account.”… I thanked him (probably rudely, but I did hear Andy advise me to let it go…) and walked out the door.
Then, I went next door to Starbucks — thanks to my handy little lapotp, 5 minutes later I had myself on the account. I wasn’t even there long enough to drink a cup of coffee.
You see, if you have someone’s phone and know the owner’s SSN, you can Verizon text you a temporary password which will let you add yourself to the account…
I now have a new Blackberry (hubby wanted “your phone”… he got it)…you can figure out the rest.
The moral of the story, don’t piss off the Ph.D. who ACTUALLY pays the bills…
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