Went to Sprint today, fuckers pissed me off. I wanted to get my girls cell phones, so I figured I'd just throw them on the family plan. Its an extra ten bucks per line. I already have my mom on the plan, she doesn't use the cell at all, just has it for safety reasons - in case her car breaks down or something. She's old.
So, with two lines, I wanted to add two more. You can have up to five. Guy at Sprint says I can add one more line, but not two more. I guess it goes by your credit rating, and mine is not exactly stellar. Collateral damage from my divorce, its slowly recovering. (No advice please, I know how it works.)
I tell the guy "Call 'em up and tell 'em to quit fuckin' around, I want two more lines."
He does, they say fuck off. Three lines is all you get, dickhead.
So, I leave. Boiling mad. I can't get one kid a phone and not the other. The kids are in sports and band, they stay after school, their friends have phones... You can't be a kid these days without a cell. Its like not having a bike when I was a kid. Society, man. It is what it is.
Go to Verizon. Kids are with me. I was just gonna get them phones, now I'm gonna get them the hottest fuckinshit I can scam from anyone who will deal with me. (No Blackberries, though. I'm not getting them data plans. Thats bigboy toys.)
Half an hour later, we walk out with these, and they're happy as pigs in shit. Web and picture messaging disabled, I am not a stupid father of teenage girls. Unlimited text, touch screen (with drag functions), camera, qwerty, mp3, Bluetooth, microSD, these things rock.