Idiot
Somehow Mike locked up his phone. Apparently, if you do this, and you enter the wrong code a bunch of times, the SIM card burns itself out. Obviously that's good if you're a spy but not so much if you're a teenager.
So I took the phone over the Cingluar store near work and they replaced the SIM card lickity split. Only, because we have 4 phones, I couldn't remember the right phone number. So instead of looking on my cell for it, I went with the first one that sounded right.
You can see where this is going, right?
The chip in his phone is now Kell's, which deactivates her phone--wherever it is. She doesn't even know it, but her phone just stopped working.
About the only smart thing I did was call Tine with the phone. Which is how we discovered my idiocy. It came up under Kell. So I turned around and drove back to the store where I sheepishly explained how I have this damaged chromosome. Wherein they took pity on me and gave me another SIM to swap out later, correcting all the mess I've created.
Now I'm sitting here, Mike's phone with Kell's SIM, waiting -nee, praying- for it to ring, so I can answer it in some pseudo-deep voice, informing said caller they've reached the CIA Inner Circle, how may I direct your secret call...
posted by Evil Wayne @ 2:57 PM
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