I know waiting to read about the outcome of our mobile phone troubles has been hard for you all but it was not my intent to delay for cruelty or suspense: it was only a lack of internet. Let’s unwind those anxious hands, take some deep breathes, and discover what became of Deborah’s mobile plan.
We left off with both Deb and I despondent– all hope on the mobile phone front seeming lost. No carriers had a sim card for a pay-as-you go plan that fit Deb’s iPhone 4. If we dared to get a contract plan which had the right sim card, it required you be engaged for a 24 month period. My thoughts of setting her up on some kind of internet laptop online phone concoction were dashed when the only internet I could find had a 3 gig per month maximum. I cursed silently but with great gusto.
As I was cursing, I had a moment of clarity: I recalled mention of a surgical method, which entailed cutting a standard sim card to fit into an iPhone 4 micro slot. It sounded unlikely, but we already had a 9 euro sim card that didn’t fit and I always liked breaking stuff. We had nothing to lose. So I cracked my knuckles, pulled out my Swiss army knife, gave Deb a grim nod, and using our old Bell sim card as a template, I started cutting. With sweat trickling down my neck, I made 4 quick incisions. Deb winced but stayed silent. They were rough cuts, but close. I made the final cut: a very difficult diagonal one. It was perfect. “Beautiful,” I heard Deb gasp. It was done but now was the test, would this even fit in the slot and if it did, had I cut any important electronic nodes?
Man, I wish I could have had the Rocky Theme playing for this because– against all odds– it fit in the slot and worked brilliantly. Now Deb has her very own German mobile phone number.
Now, if you haven’t already fallen off your seat from this little thrill ride, just wait till you hear about our road trip through the Czech Republic. You will need to Czech your pants when your done (OK, Deb tried to make me remove that last line, but it’s MY FRICKIN’ JOURNAL).