Steve made the man at the Sprint store very happy last night. He replaced all five of our cell phones. It's all my fault.My cell phone developed a crack in it last summer. It still worked, and I pretty much hate going to the phone store, so I nursed it along as long as I could. This past week or two it became terminal. I dropped calls by simply turning my head. All the time.
What started out as replacing one phone escalated. Scope creep strikes again.
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