I decided against cooking dinner tonight. That’s how it started. I had to go pick up something for a student at a place right next to a restaurant that we like, so I decided to order carry-out.

E-mail was down at work today, and I had emailed D earlier this morning to see if my plan was OK with him, and he hadn’t responded...or I hadn’t gotten anything because email was down.

My cell phone has been dead for over a week.

So I wanted to check with D and make sure he didn’t have other ideas for dinner. But...no email, no cell phone. What’s a girl to do?!

Riiiiiight. I looked for a pay phone. Um...has anyone else noticed the alarming lack of pay phones around these days? (Oh, yeah, that’s because everyone has cell phones. Did I mention mine has been dead for over a week?) The gods of telecommunication must’ve been looking out for me, because I located a pay phone.

Then I got incensed over the fact that it cost FIFTY FREAKING CENTS to make a local call.

Then I got more incensed over the fact that the pay phone didn’t even work, and probably hasn’t worked in a very long time, because seriously - who uses pay phones?

Then I was just mad at myself for not charging my own phone, and mad that I got mad about such stupid little things.

I went to the mall, underwent some retail therapy, came back to the restaurant and picked up our carryout, got the kids, and came home.

And plugged in my cell phone.

Not really.