As I was driving out of my neighborhood this afternoon, panic struck. I realized I was nearly naked. The Blackberry… WHERE’S THE BLACKBERRY?!?!?
I knew I had clipped it to my belt. I just knew it! But it wasn’t there. U-turn. Back to the house. Fly in the door. The dogs are barking like crazy. (What’s wrong with Dad?) I’m calling the thing. Nothing. Back out to the car. Not under the seat. Not in my bag. Not in with my lunch.
I’m officially crazed. Back in the house… now looking in places that confirm my insanity. The closet, the garage, the freezer. As I’m about to give up, I see the light — that tiny blinking green light. Eureka! It’s resting face down in the office chair. Must have slipped off my belt.
I guess they don’t call them “Crackberrys” for nothing.
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January 30, 2008 at 10:35 pm
Hehe.. they do call them crackberries for a reason. I’m computer dumb and since I got my BB Pearl at Christmas I’ve learned how to make my own ringtones, Rip audio music from DVD’s, Covert DVD’s to play on the BB and countless other things. It’s an illness but I don’t want help for it yet!