My poor old phone almost died the other day at dinner. I happened to have a nearly empty charger with me, so I plugged it in to get what juice I could. Bad move: Verizon apparently decided it was a good time to automatically update my system. It ran out of power mid-update. When I charged the phone again, it was stuck in a loop. I had to reset everything to get out of its soft-bricked state.
A few days later my friend asked if I still had some old texts. They were gone with the reset. But what a story to remember. So I figured I’d document it as well as I could.
I’d gone to dinner with said friend, Beandog, aka Weird Steve (we know several Steves). We were waiting and chatting about this and that: he’d got a second phone for work, and I was mulling about a weird network issue I’d bumped into earlier that day. Somewhere mid conversation, I got a text, which I ignored. We kept chatting. And we tried not to discuss the fact that some random dude had pulled up in the table right next to us in the otherwise empty choose-your-own-seat dining room. Why did he choose to sit right there?
We’d only started eating when Steve stood up and said he needed leave right away to pick up his mom from the airport. Okay, maybe we should have gone with fast food? Whatever though. So I’m left there alone, with only my sandwich, Steve’s soup, and Mr. Random Dude at the next table.
This started to feel a little awkward. But after a few minutes, I remembered I could check that text. I’ll reconstruct the conversation as well as I can:
(text) : sup
Huh. The number was local, but I didn’t recognize it at all. I had changed phones not too long ago though. Play it cool, right?
(me) : Not much. My phone’s kinda new though and doesn’t know your number… who is this?
(him) : John
(me) : Which John?
(him) : how many Johns do you know?
(me) : My brother, for starters…
(him) : We met at a party a few years ago.
Uh… this wasn’t ringing a bell at all. I’m bad with names, but I’m also usually pretty careful about giving out my number. Surely I’d remember this guy, wouldn’t I? Unless he’d ghosted me — I try to forget those. And maybe John here was trying to rise from the dead. I decided to eat Steve’s soup and see if anything would jog my memory.
(him) : I really like what you’ve done with your house, by the way.
Commence eating faster. This was getting weird.
(him) : Especially the bathroom.
(him) : BTW, who’s that guy you were having dinner with?
By then I’d ditched the soup as well as my sandwich and was bolting for my car. Just as I sat down and locked my doors I got one more text:
(him) : trolololololo
STEVE!!! I’d totally forgot about his new work phone. He’s teased me about it ever since. ;-p So when it came up again the other day, he said I should blog about it. Done 🙂 And if any of you feel like trolling me, too, now that my phone has been reset, you’ve got the perfect opportunity. 😉