Today it's farewell to the text messaging feature of my mobile phone. This feature has been the bane of my existence (or at least my phone's) since I picked up this T-mobile-To-Go package last summer.
First it was a pile of messages from a few sources. Then it slowed down. Recently it has picked up with a vengeance. I finally started messaging back to these people, telling them I don't know them and think perhaps they have the wrong number or something. It always seemed as though I was just getting a piece of some ongoing communication, particularly when one of the messagers answered my "wrong number" message with a bit of explanation of her own -- as much as she could explain.
A call to T-mobile's customer service line left me with the "we can change your number" solution, so I made a trek down to a local T-mobile retailer, thinking at least they could look at these messages and get the idea I was trying to convey. They could do nothing, but could use a little more leverage with the customer service line people. No, I really am not attached to this number, per se, but I am attached to the fact that I finally got on the no-call list so I don't get telemarketing calls to this phone, and I've finally convinced the bill collectors that I am not either of the people they were looking for... But finally, finally, after about half an hour on hold (she did keep checking back with me to make sure I was still there), we managed to get tech support to figure out a way to TURN OFF THE TEXT MESSAGING FEATURE. It is now gone. I can neither send nor receive text messages. So all those messages you wanted to send me, well, now you can't.
In farewell to the feature, I'd like to say a few words to the folks whose messages I've been receiving over the past several months:
Victoria: Thanks for clearing things up, and I hope kage comes home from Iraq soon. And I hope no more of your messages go awry.
O'B'Parker: I assume you're kage's friend too, but I hope whoever you're messaging in Iraq gets home safe soon as well.
Mom: No, I didn't get your picture. No, I don't probably want it.
Chelle: I'm not sure who you're kissing at over the phone, but I don't think it was me. And I'm wearing jeans and a red shirt and striped socks, thanks. You?
Ren: I'm pretty sure he's not the guy for you with that attitude. I hate for you to have the abortion just because you don't have the support, and I hope you've at least got good girlfriends to back you up. I believe in adoption.
Everyone else: Sorry to take away a place to send your weird and random messages. Sup, you sleepin, what up and everything else right back at you. Have a great day and I won't be hearing from you again.
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