Nov 01st, 2011 | 8 Comments
So I know that it has been awhile since I have blogged, but I honestly have been so busy…recovering from filming, promoting the show, and just trying to figure out my next steps in life.
Happy All Hallows Eve by the way!
Butttttttt with that being said…I have to explain what just happened.
I went out for a Halloween party on Friday. Knowing that I was drinking, I didnt want to end up driving (being the responsible young man that I am), so I decided to cab around all night.
My costume, as you can see above, was a male cheerleader get-up that I was happy to wear. Only problem with said costume was that the pants to the uniform did not contain any pockets. In fact, the whole outfit didn’t have any pockets. I did not have the foresight of wearing shorts with pockets under the pants, and I thought that I could just carry my phone around in my hand the whole night. I was wrong with this assumption and left my phone in one of the cabs on the way home. Dont ask me which cab it was, because I couldn’t tell you. Dont ask me what color the cab was, because I couldnt tell you. These minute details seem to only be important to me when I wake up the next morning and realize I don’t have my phone.
Anyways, fast forward to today around 2:00 PM, where I decide that the phone is now lost and that its time to start searching for a new one. Don’t even ask me what I have been doing for the past 3 days without a phone, because it has been pretty brutal. Makes you realize how disconnected one really is without a cell phone. I don’t know what people did in the 90′s. Back to the point, instead of going the “suggested route” and going to AT&T to fork over $600 for a new iphone4, I decide that I will “outsmart” the system and buy one off craigslist. Especially when the one I was going to get was only going to be $300 and “appeared” to be in mint condition. Smart idea right? HA! Not even close.
There is where the fun begins. So after driving the 45 minutes North to meet the guy at his apartment, having called three different cell phones, and having talked to three different people for directions, I finally arrive at the sketchy apartment complex where my treasure awaited. Just to paint the picture of how sketchy said apartment complex was, when I got out of the car and walked to a another car where people were standing around, I asked them if they were selling an iPhone. To which they responded, “No we are waiting on the police, my son just had a gun pulled on him.” I didnt need to know anything else, so went back to get in my car, and locked the doors. After another 5-7 phone calls and another 25 minutes of waiting, someone emerged to the parking lot. I met up with the guy, who called himself Pablo, but was not of the Mexican decent. Hmmm. When we made the exchange, I noticed a scratch on the phone and one of the sides was fairly damaged, but I thought whatever, I am paying the piper for trying to go this route. The ONE thing I continued to stress before I left was making sure that it was an AT&T phone, knowing that was my service. After asking that question three different times in three different manners, and receiving “Yes it’s AT&T” every time, I was satisfied and took off.
Fast forward to AT&T store back down by my house (35 minutes away with traffic from sketchy apartment complex). When I walked into the store I said “I just bought this phone, and if you can’t activate it, I’m throwing it through your storefront window.” (True story) After the AT&T rep looked at me apprehensively, I assured her I was kidding, but just spent $300 on a hope and a prayer, half way kidding. When she went to put the sim card in, can you guess what happened next? If you guessed she threw it through her own storefront window, you are wrong. THE DAMN PHONE WASN’T AT&T…It was Verizon.
Counted to 10 and 3 deep breaths later…
Fast forward to back in the car on the 45 minute ride back up to sketchy apartment (Never mind the criminal acts committed at AT&T Store). I called two of the three cell phone numbers on the way back up, and neither answered. I called the third and THANK GOD, the sister answered. Only problem was that sissy didnt know where ole “Pedro” was. “Well, can you find that little bugger for me…he just scammed me out of 300 bones.” She says she will look, and get him to call me. Before I could say stay on the phone, she hung up. 10 minutes later, I decide to call the other phone number, where I finally get in touch with the other brother. Apparently this is a family affair. I explain to him the situation, and he tells me that they are having a family emergency and that he is going to need to call me back. ”Ummmm, ok well there’s another emergency too…your brother Pedro just scammed 300 bucks from me, and I need to come get that back.” He tells me that he will take care of the emergency and call me back.
20 minutes later, I get back to the sketchy apartment complex. I call all 3 phones, finally getting Pedro’s brother back on the phone. After telling him that the cops just happen to be on site still investigating the “gun pulling” from earlier in the story, he decides to come exchange the money for the phone.
After a 3 hour and 45 goose chase, and still no iPhone, all I can do is laugh. The moral of the story, to me anyways, is never buy things online, no matter how much money it will save you…unless it’s on eBay, because they are never sketchy with their transactions!
Happy Halloween! Hope everyone can avoid getting tricked by online transactions, unlike me!