I approach the Apple Store genius bar, balls shrinking from the 33924 watt air conditioning system. The genius is named Trent. Actually, I can’t remember his name but he reminds me of Trent from Daria. Discs in his ears, product in his hair, and …is that an ankh tattoo-ed on his forearm?
Dialogue -
Trent: So what’s wrong with your phone?
Rose: It just won’t turn on. I did all the troubleshooting steps online..
Trent, looking up my phone’s port-hole: The fluid indicator in here changed color, so your phone must have gotten wet.
Rose: Oh, weird! I guess it has been raining a lot lately? I definitely did NOT wade through a river in Western Mass with my friends Carmella, Rachel and Destry with my phone in a little sack, fall over twice, help Carmella rescue Destry from an untimely death, but only after taking both the cider wine (which we were drinking only minutes earlier) and Destry’s shoes safely to shore.
Trent: …okay, I’ll set you up with a new phone.
Guess which sentence I omitted from the actual conversation?
In totally unrelated news, I had a great weekend full of hiking, swimming, farming, pizza-making, vegetables, roofs, ice cream, friends and sunshine.
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