Houston, we have a phone!
Three, actually, unless you count mine, and then we have four. For two of us. But one is broken.
I don't know why I'm telling Houston about it. Seems appropriate.
Spike came home at the end of this week and spent a few hours today with our maven friend who thinks it's fun to shop for cell phones. That was exceptionally helpful.
They went from one location to another. Finally, somebody who sounds suspiciously like the ya wanna buy an 8 guy on Sesame Street, looked furtively around, lowered his voice, and said, "Go to this booth. Talk to this guy. Tell him I sent you. He knows everything about cell phones."
And he did. And he spoke in everyday English, not tech-talk. Sold Spike a phone, and even switched the SIM card when we brought back the former phone. (Not the broken one, the other one.)
Spike and our Maven-friend went for ice cream to celebrate.
Spike's getting a SIM card tomorrow for the other side of the border.
And then apparently ... fingers crossed ... all will be well.
PS Several of you offered advice and tips, after hearing of our phone breakage. Thank you. We put that into the mix. And to vjc who offered sincere love in place of one of Spike's usual texts - i choked up a little. You're the best!