It was a wonderfully fantastic weekend. It was also wickedly stressful. I barely ate the whole weekend. I slept just a few hours. We dealt with one crisis after another (you know, the typical car wrecks, flat tires, tornadoes, orange-size hail warnings on the radio, and hair disasters at the salon). I had to get up extra early to get the happy couple to the airport this morning. Then church, then back to my parents’ house to drop off the tux and wedding dress. It was there that (a) I found out that my childhood dog died this morning, and (b) I dropped my beloved iPhone and killed it.
Now even more flustered, I set off to the Apple store to get my phone fixed or replaced. I walked up to the first employee I saw and asked him to help me fix or replace my phone.
That’s when I got the news. I couldn’t get a new phone for TWO DAYS.
And the tears started welling up in my eyes. At first, I just got all blurry-eyed, and my lip started to quiver as I asked him to check with the other stores to see if someone else could help me. I told him I’d be willing to drive to Dallas to get a new phone. Anything. I was desperate.
And then the poor, unsympathetic Apple employee told me that there was no store in the entire metroplex that could help me until tomorrow night.
And that’s when the waterworks started to flow.
I didn’t mean to. I really didn’t. It wasn’t about the phone. But one minute, I’m trying to stay calm, and the next minute, the tears start flowing, the shoulders start shaking, my nose starts running, and I blurt out, “BUT-I-DON’T-HAVE-ANY-OTHER-PHONE-I-DON’T-HAVE-A-HOME-PHONE-AND-I-DON’T-KNOW-ANYBODY’S-NUMBER-AND-I-HAVE-PLANS-THIS-AFTERNOON-AND-PEOPLE-ARE-EXPECTING-ME-TO-CALL-THEM-AND-WHAT-AM-I-GOING-TO-DO-WITHOUT-ANY-WAY-TO-CONTACT-PEOPLE-IF-I-NEED-TO-CALL-911-IN-AN-EMERGENCY-I-WON’T-HAVE-A-WAY-TO-DO-IT!-I’M-SORRY-I’M-SO-EMOTIONAL-BUT-MY-SISTER-GOT-MARRIED-AND-MY-DOG-DIED-THIS-MORNING-AND-I’M-HAVING-A-VERY-BAD-DAY-AND-ISN’T-THERE-SOMETHING-ELSE-THAT-YOU-CAN-DO???”
All that, as tears and snot ran down my cheeks. Some of the other customers started to stare, and I just couldn’t get it together. A weekend of controlling my emotions had finally taken its toll and right there in that Apple store, I just lost it. Sometimes a girl just has to have a good cry.
But the crying didn’t do any good. Apple still couldn’t (wouldn’t) help me, and I’m still without my beloved iPhone until tomorrow night (if then). Luckily I have some wonderful friends who lent me an old cell phone, so I do have a phone in case my house burns down and I need to call 911. I’m officially back in the dark ages.