So! I am in Missouri right now, and it is my last night here. I have a ton of cool amazingness that I will eventually have to post about, but instead, I will write about my journey for cell phone juice and the dude from RadioShack.
You see…I’m not always the brightest light bulb in the package. Oh, oh no. Maybe the glowiest, and the one that can change colours the most quickly, but when I decided to not pack my phone charger, well that was a pretty dim moment for me. Thus, I have been forced to survive without total, complete freedom of communication for the past few days. However, tomorrow I will be flying into Laguardia where my oh so amazing uncle will be picking me up, and then I am going into the city to have Starbucks (haha no not really. But you know I would…). The point is: I REALLY need my phone. Thus my journey began at 9 am when I Googled the hours of the Student Center (or, something like that) at Mizzou.
I put nice little sticky notes on my door so that Marielle would know that I was, in fact, NOT abducted by unicorns, and set off on her little (LITTLE) bike. I found the Student Center with ease (thanks to my incredible cartography skills), locked up Marielle’s bike, and whipped out my helpless, dead, little blue phone.
Then, I found the charging station, and asked the dude if I could charge my phone…
(Guy who will remain nameless): Do you have your student ID card?
Guy: Do you know your student ID number?
Me: Noo…. You see . . . *kindofsadbutmostlyconfusedandhelplessface* I’m new around here and I don’t know my student ID number and my phone is un cento percento DEAD.
Guy: Ok, that’s fine. You can just charge it here anyway.
Soooo we tried every damn charger tip in the entire container (eleven), and of course – OF COURSE – the one that I need is the one that just broke. The guy warned me that I would have little luck downtown, but I really wanted a hazelnut iced coffee from Lakota so I went anyway. I got my iced coffee, and the guy at the counter was a complete jerk. He was one of those stereotypical “I think I am cool and worldly because I drink espresso but only the organic kind because I am green like all of my Midwestern pseudo-hipster friends who only listen to MGMT and FosterTP and wear flannel and thick glasses” snobs. So I drank my iced coffee on a bench in the park with the company of Taylor Swift (It was a bad morning. There is a TSwift song for every bad morning.) and then realized that it was noon, I had yet to eat anything, and I was hungry. So I rode to Kaldis and got a chocolate banana nut protein smoothie, because it tastes like Chunky Monkey wishes it did.
I then asked the guy there (this one was NOT a tool) where I could get a phone charger, and he made that strange face combined with furring one’s brow and sucking air in through one’s teeth kinds of faces, and then said that the RadioShack by the mall was my best bet. BUT MY HANDY DANDY MAP ONLY EXTENDED TO BROADWAY, AND I HAD A MINI-BIKE WHICH CANNOT HANDLE GETTING LOST AGAIN. So, I drank my delicious smoothie and headed back to the apartment, where we swam, and then went to RadioShack. I walked in and asked the guy for the crappiest, cheapest cell phone charger he could find that would fit my phone, because I literally needed it for one charge. I tried using several different chargers of phones that were made by the same company as mine, and had no luck. I went to the stupid charging thingy and found no help. I exhausted every free resource I could, but I finally had to spend some of my last $40 on a freaking phone charger. W. T. F. I then saw no chargers that would fit my phone below the $20 line of doom, and after just having accepted defeat, the RadioShackGuy said
RSG: I can just charge it here for you if you want?
Me: FOR FREE?!?!?!?!
RSG: Umm, yeah. It shouldn’t be a problem. When will you be back to get it?
And so I explained to this guy that he was awesome and that he made my day such a nice one because he just was NICE. He was NICE. He was radiating awesomeness. After a day of being crushed by technological difficulties, some human kindness was soooo greatly appreciated.
Marielle and I then went to Chipotle, and I was seriously considering taking this guy to Starbucks just to explain to him how awesome it was. HOWEVER, we got to RadioShack, and I scanned for Mr. Awesome, but he was nowhere to be found. Another older employee asked me if I needed something, and he rolled his eyes and gave me my phone, and said that the guy was not supposed to do that. NOO! DON’T GET MR. RADIOSHACK IN TROUBLE! HE HELPED ME OUT! NOOO! I told the guy to thank Mr. Awesome for me, and he said “Okay, but he is NOT allowed to do that.”
This morning at about 3 am, I was doing nothing important on Marielle’s laptop and I mindlessly peeled the poor little green star off her computer, and tried to stick it back on. At 3AMcondition, I did a pretty bad job, because as I typed this post, every time I hit the space bar, my thumb rolled over it and now it is a crumpled sticky mess. Sorry, Marielle. Don’t be too pissed. “I had to pack my shit, you know?” teeeeheee ^^