Today, I went to buy a new cell phone. I really liked my old phone and it did everything I wanted it to, which is talking and texting, but it is discontinued and can no longer be updated. Plus, it turned itself off at very inopportune times!
I walked into the store thinking I was sure I knew what I wanted. I was greeted by a group of guys that reminded me of Hooty and The Blowfish. They each had a different opinion of what I needed and the only thing they agreed on was that I didn’t need what I thought I wanted. My criteria included talking, texting and it had to be red.
It took me weeks to figure out my old phone and we had finally become friends. Hooty promised me that my new phone and I would be friends in no time.
Finally, Hooty picks out my phone, downloads my contacts for me, makes me sign my life away and tells me it will be fine. I tried to believe him.
I was glad that experience was over and looked forward to lunch with my friend.
She was to call me with the location of lunch depending on how much time she had. I assumed the place she would want to eat so headed that way.
As I walk into the restaurant my phone rings and the caller identification said it was my friend. I tapped and pushed every inch of that phone and could not get it to answer. I let the waiter seat me and by then the phone stopped ringing. I decided to try to call my friend back but noticed a little green lock glowing on the face of the phone. I tapped and tapped and it didn’t move. I opened up the keyboard and started pushing buttons but the lock did not go away.
The phone rings again and I can see that it’s my friend. No tapping or pushing of buttons put her on the phone. I was so frustrated, I wanted to put the phone down under one of my tires and run over it.
About an hour went by, I had four glasses of tea and ate the bread on the table wondering where my friend has been all this time. Finally, I leave, after leaving a tip for the poor waiter, and head home. I decided to put the phone in my purse so I could not see it or hear it.
Once I got home I called my friend the old-fashioned way, a home telephone. She was a little irate. She sat at a restaurant she decided on which was not the one I was sitting at.
What a week! This was the day after my granddaughter dropped my keys, with key fob, in the toilet. I have no more keyless entry now. I backed my red Saturn into my husband’s white Tahoe and I threw the parts of a new $200 faucet in the trash because I thought it was the old one.
These are the kind of things that make me crazy. I wonder why me? What have I done to deserve such a wretched week?
But, as I take a second and stop feeling sorry for myself, I realize how really blessed I am. These things are annoying but not serious. God didn’t promise us a life filled with no annoyances. He did promise that He would always be there to hear us when we need to vent or need His intervention.
“How blessed are the people who are so situated; How blessed are the people whose God is the Lord!” Psalm 144:15
When it seems you are having a bad day, take a second to stop and count your blessings! I’m sure you will find many.
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