My Phone Went Off, To Die!

My phone went off, it went off to die.

Like a dog going off to die, my phone left me.  Did it hear ... I'm on the hunt for a new phone?

Throughout the day -- morning Marco Polo to a friend, phone call to son, text message to hubby, messaging sis "Do you want some fast food from Arby's" -- my phone kept calling me.

Evidently it was solicitation day in cyber land, cause all the incoming calls began with 888!  By noon, and much to my chagrin, I'd had 12 phone calls.

We went on a days journey to the bank, to the post office, to the restaurant, to cousin's, to gas station, and to an indoor flea market, all the while my phone rang "Arriba, árriba, ándale, ándale" everywhere we went.  At last count there were 19 phone calls!

Once, 3/4 the way through the store, our baby granddaughter got her mother's phone and accidentally called us, ROFL.   

Again, with the hispanic ring tone!  And it wasn't quiet.  I'm a little hard of hearing, I've aggravated family members by NOT responding to phone calls, so we painstakingly went through all choices to find the one ringtone sharp and loud enough to get my attention.  Well....it gets everyones attention.  If I get separated from it, such as it's in my purse in the cart with hubby watching over it, I hear other customers laugh and talk about that ringtone with a Hispanic accent, "Árriba, andale, your phone is calling, pick it up, pick it up."  

That was it, I was embarrassed.

I muted it.  Volume down!  Evidently, that wasn't the thing to do.  It must've gotten hurt feelings.  It quit trying to get my attention.  It quit ringing altogether.  It didn't even vibrate.

We pulled off the road, opened all four doors, went through my purse, dumped all our bags, shoved hands under and between seats, and checked jacket pockets.  No android ZTE cellphone anywhere.

I decided it must've went off to die, because I haven't seen or heard from it since.

If I'm lucky it's in the cashier's lost and found drawer, screaming it's head off, "Árriba, árriba, andale, andale, your phone is ringing.  Pick it up, pick it up!  Holy Guacamole, it's your mo-bīle-fōne, Hey Juanita give me a fajita, Holy Nachos, pick it, pick it up, arrr, arr, arrr, cough."  

If all the robocalls haven't already killed it, I'm sure with that final cough, the cashier's bound to mail it away -- far, far away!  

I'll get me a new phone yet!