So my phone fritzed out while I was out of town…
It went down like this: I was in Virginia Beach with nine of our writing team gals preparing for a retreat for thirteen of our readers. A gal from Wichita Falls and I were using a vehicle of one of the writers to head to the airport to pick up several of our readers. I used the map on my phone to help us and we headed off.
After about 20 minutes or so, we noticed that the map wasn’t staying up with our driving. And it wasn’t because we were driving faster than our guardian angel could keep up with. As we neared a dead end in a neighborhood, we realized that we were not where we should be. I know, we are fast to catch on! We paused and pushed a few buttons on my phone but it just kept searching for service.
At this point, it was obvious, even to us, the phone was not working properly. The owner of the vehicle had told us she had a GPS of some variety in the console. We reached for it but we were unsure even how to use one. We punched a few buttons and out came this voice, “Depart, depart!”
Okay, that was strange…
The voice sounded literally like the voice of a she-devil. Freaked me out.
My mind immediately jumped to the most obvious conclusion. Quantico was very near where we were… I am sure the military caused some sort of EMT force field around our vehicle.
Have you ever researched what kind of work goes on at Quantico? You will totally agree with my conclusions.
My phone never recovered. I was unable to communicate with my family unless I was in wifi zone, and then I could IMessage or facebook message. It was so strange.
And when my flight plans completely fell apart, I had to purchase wifi hours just to keep the family somewhat abreast of the situation, which changed every hour. Have you ever tried to find a pay phone recently?
The morning after I returned home, I rushed up to the AT&T store where I got the phone just three weeks earlier. They asked if I had tried this or that trick to reset the phone…Yes, I had tried those tricks and more.
By noon I was waiting with eight hundred people in the Apple store in the mall. When the little youngster was ready to assist us, we went running into his arms. His name was Boston, like the group or the town. He told us that his parents liked the group. I told him to be thankful they didn’t like Queen. He played around with the phone, of course to no avail. I informed him of the reason I believed it fritzed. He laughed at first but when my smart college boy read to him from the internet about what goes on at that base, well, we made a believer out of him. Especially when I got to the demonic voice speaking out of the GPS.
I think he was sad to see us go that day. We were probably the most fun he had seen in a while…
The phone was replaced so no more force field destruction. The backup on the computer didn’t exactly work but somehow all of the last week’s pictures returned. I just don’t have the text messages for the past week.
Which may be good if you were getting requests from me to hang blinds or do odd jobs because I won’t have any record of asking you. But if I promised to do something for you, well, don’t hold your breath…