No For An Answer

I got a new cell phone today. I didn't really intend to--my parents and I were at the mall and decided to check out the cost of a new phone versus the cost of a battery for the creaky old model I had--which had to be plugged into the wall to talk, so it was basically a mobile texting device. The guy at the Verizon kiosk told us that it'd probably be a better idea to get a new phone, and I was due for one anyway, so I picked one. And then it started. The pitch.

You should get this phone because: Blah blah top of the line. Camera? Blah blah here's a picture of my girlfriend of six hours. We just made it official last night. You need texting? Awww, here's a text from Tina, isn't that sweet? There's nothing girls like more than a brand new relationship! I'm going to call my friend at your more local store to get this faster! Look how connected I am! So why are you in Cleveland if you have a Toledo number? You go to school here? Physics? Wow. I'm going to give you a discount because I like you! Flirt flirt flirt flirt flirt!

My parents were not more than four feet away for all of this. My dad signed what he needed to sign, and ran away to the car. That's when the big guns came out:

Hey I'm having a Christmas party. You know, renting a club for the night, open bar, limo--where do you live? Little Italy, that's cool. You should come by. And bring your boyfriend, too! I'm going to give you my card and my number and my email and everything, so get ahold of me. Yeah me and Tina are doing it right, not sure when it is but you should definitely stop by--get ahold of me and we'll set stuff up.

He finished by entering his number and email into my phone (because I obviously don't know how to do that for myself) and made me promise to call him. He called his phone from my new one so he had my number.

On the bright side, I got a pretty sweet deal.