Passive Agressive

I wish I had a shirt that said that. Ok, so this is how it went down. I was working around the house and I come into the kitchen to see my loving daughter dunking my new cell phone into her cup of apple juice. You know that phone that does all sorts of stuff... well it doesn't do that stuff anymore. So, being the super genius that I am... I try to clean it with rubbing alcohol, thinking that it would easily evaporate... it kind of worked, sort of kind of.

Well, I have the insurance and I decided it was time to get a replacement. It's $50 for a new one and they overnight it to you. I call up and tell phone guy what happened and he's all cool. Then he gives me this line about how I HAVE to return the crap phone or they charge me an additional $200.00!! I ask what if it was stolen? He reply's that if that were the case then it'd be a mulligan and I just get the phone. So I say 'Jeshum H Christmas... it just got stolen!' Phone guys not buying it. Great... I get homework out of all of this, the question is why.

Well, the good people at dowee, chetem and howe want to refurbish my phone and make some cash on the side. That ain't cool... I pay an extra whatever a year to get this new phone and they want to Frankenstein my old one to boot. Not happening, it's just the principle of the thing. So I get to thinking... the phones broke right? I mean, it can't get no broker... or can it? This started the great phone mess-up of 09. I wish I would have thought to get pictures but after consecutive trips through the dishwasher and the dryer it was pretty crapped up. For good measure I sent some current through it first with this old motorcycle battery I had. Anyway, that's when I decided I needed a passive aggressor shirt. I mean, don't think that you're going to get one over on me... if there is a way I can retaliate that doesn't hold a major consequence and cannot be traced back to me! Oh yeah!