So my 300 dollar smart phone's keyboard is dying. It was okay when the O didn't work real well, and the special key...but now my space bar is on the fritz. It is hard to type coherently without a space bar. And it makes me sad.

So I was going to go to the downtown sprint store, because it would have been a fun adventure to ride the T down and such, but my mom hates everything and wanted to go to the one in a town known as Bridgeville. It's...20 minutes away I guess, and we looked up where it was on google maps, got the street view, and went on our merry way.

FIVE BILLION HOURS LATER:

Google maps lied. I HATE HATE HATE driving around lost from someone's poor directions/in general. UGH. I was so angry when we finally found the place, and then we get there and they don't have a tech on site. EVEN THO IT'S A REPAIR STORE. They send it out or something. Blah. There was also one girl working, ONE, and the poor thing was doing everything in the store at once, and then I come in all crabby. At first she couldn't get it repaired for me...it was going to cost 119 and some change to send it out, and I was like...uuugh whatever. Of course my mom was like NOOOOOO lol.

But thankfully she snuck it in there, so I get a free replacement! YAYAY! Which is awesome and kind of amazing considering they don't make my phone anymore. So I'll get it either tomorrow, Thursday or Friday.

I was literally shaking when I left because I was so pent up with rage lol. I wasn't mean to the sales lady, but I was not very smiley in general. It took me fifteen minutes to be happy about my phone being replaced and such. =P Definitely like my dad sometimes. My mom wants me to bring the chick something for helping us out when I go. I don't know what, but she gets something.