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Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Farewell, Old Cell Number. I Knew Thee Well.

Yesterday I finally did it. I picked up my phone and made the fateful call to *611. The call to say "I'd like to cancel my cell plan."

The Verizon rep pleaded with me to stay, but to no avail. As of March 22, the phone number that has been my constant companion since my first year at ISU and I will go our separate ways. Nine years isn't a big deal when you're talking about a home number. But in the cell-phone world of merging companies, changing plans, and two-year contracts, it's an eternity.

The rift started with a botched attempt at merging my wife's number into my existing plan. The mall rep said it would work without a hitch--just fill out some paperwork and her number would be ported no problem. We would even be able to share minutes! But after being double-charged for five months and many calls to customer service the ugly truth was revealed. My Boone number could not be joined with her Des Moines one. And of course then we were already hooked--trapped into paying more money for two lines on two accounts with unshared minutes. From then on, I knew it was only a matter of time.

So I waited. Patiently counting down these many days. Patiently waiting for my contract to end. And at last that day has arrived. My revenge is underway. A meager six months remains before the second contract is done and my exodus from the evil clutches of Verizon will be complete.

But alas! The unfortunate casualty in this dirty business is my number. 230-0620. Many a time I have left those digits behind. On bills. On credit cards. On friends and families cell phones. I will miss it greatly, but the memory will live on. Parting is such sweet sorrow.

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