Another just in time story for
I'm in desperate need of a new cell phone. And luckily, we're at the point in our contract where we can renew early and get new phones.
Yesterday I dragged my mom out with me (she's on our plan), and headed to the Verizon store. There was no one else in there! Cool, I thought, we're going to get super fast service. My mom went to look at phones while I talked to the rep and gave him my phone number.
When he couldn't find me in the system, I gave him the other two numbers on our plan before realizing I WAS IN THE WRONG STORE. As in, I was in a Verizon store, instead of an AT&T store. Which is who we have our contract with. For the last four years. Duh.
Trying to save myself from the obvious humiliation, I continued to pretend that I was in fact a Verizon customer, and SOMEthing must be wrong with their system. My plan was to bow out and say I needed to go home and check my paperwork, which sounds a bit fishy, but would at least get me out of the store without having to admit I went to the wrong place.
I mean, the embarrassment of doing something as stupid as that is immeasurable. They would be talking about me for weeks!
Then, just as I was going to put my plan into action, my mom pipes up with, "Honey, it's AT&T! My phone says AT&T right here on it. See?"
I try a few, "Are you SURE? I'm almost certain we have Verizon. Do you think you're phone could be wrong?"
The other rep glances with disgust at the phone and says, "Um, No, that is an AT&T phone."
My cover had been blown.
So then I had to pretend that I was all surprised, and how funny is that, ha ha ha. Cheeks ablaze, I tell the guys I won't take up their time any longer and slink out of the store.
My mom, to make me feel better, said, "Don't worry, you aren't a skinny blonde, so they'll have forgotten all about you in two minutes."
Well, that is true! I’m NOT a skinny blonde. And no insult taken, mom. However, I have a hunch that this story isn’t going to sink quite as fast as she thinks. It isn’t every day they have a customer from another company pop in and insist on service. They’ll just be referring to me as the old fat lady without a brain, instead of the super hot blond chick who Heaven guided into their store by mistake.
I can now add two more to the list of people I hope to never see again.