Cell phone insurance. I swear by it. Then again I have run over my cell phone, so I recognize that I am clumsier than most.
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I've never heard of cell phone insurance. Of course, I am the last living person not to own a cellphone, so that is perhaps not surprising.
The shitty thing is that it was still under warranty, but not "no fault" warranty, like I'd thought. I thought I *had* cell phone insurance. Again, nsm.
Heh. Coming back from Tucson, I noticed the front glass on my RAZR was cracked. I thought I still had time to get the phone insurance on our plan, but no. The option to put that on our phones ran out a few days before.
So, mine at least still works (sorry, Kristin), but it now has a little strip of black gaff tape on the front.
Do I need to remind y'all that Ozymandias ate my cell phone? Insurance does not cover that. I asked. I should have told them it was stolen.
Clearly I had to remind y'all twice.
Yeah. It's just money I don't have. As usual. I really need to start dealing drugs or something for some extra fun money. Oh yeah, I said it.
Hey, if you feel like franchising, I've got rent to pay.
Oh, mine covers all forms of stupid. Which? Is for the best with me.