26 January 2017
— tree trunks looming out from enshrouding fog
Good Morning All,
As the saying goes, you learn something every day. My satanic iPhone informed me my SIM was locked. That meant I could not make or receive phone calls, send text messages, or get up on the internet. But other than that it worked fine.
To unlock my SIM all's I had to do was enter my pin code, which I did. My phone told me I was incorrect, but had two more chances. I tried again. My phone seemed to sigh a bit, the way younger humans do while watching old ladies getting coins out of purses inside purses, and then let me know I had one more chance. I spoke to it softly, but with authority, “Listen to me, you miserable piece of technological shit, you’ve got one more chance before I take my technological five-pound hammer to you.”
So, yesterday, Esther and I drove down to the phone store in Slagelse where a very pleasant and patient woman explained that for some obscure reason probably caused by my generational ignorance my SIM pin code and my phone pin code were not one in the same. She looked me up on her computer, told me my SIM pin code, and all but offered to have it printed on labels that could be stitched to the waistbands of my jockey shorts.
In other areas of failure, I have spent over three weeks trying not to write anything even remotely like a quiz. But last night, weakened by two fingers of Bombay gin with a beer chaser, I fired one off as easily as slipping into an old and trusted flannel shirt. I have attached it with my apologies. You are under no obligation to open it. This may happen next Thursday, as well, because I have proven once again I cannot be held responsible for my actions.
Lastly, I am attaching a link Johs just sent me. Some comedians in the Netherlands put together a tourist video trying to tempt President Troglobite to visit their country. It is well worth a look!
Go Well and Stay Well,
Bhekaron
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