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So I drove to the bank and discovered that (ahem) my ATM card was missing! Oh my god! Better cancel the card! Oh, wait...I can't because of the no phone. (I could have just told them to do it at the bank, but what if I just dropped it somewhere at home?) So clearly I needed to go get my replacement phone (I have insurance!) before I could cancel my card.

An hour's drive later, up at the nearest T-Mobile store in Albany, I found out that in order to get a replacement phone, I needed to call and file a claim. The T-Mobile guys handed me a phone to place the call with, and the woman on the other end said, "Okay, we'll get your phone to you. But there's a $4o fee. Will you be paying with a credit card?"

I've had a day to think about it (and another 3,000 words of productivity, happily), and I think what I should have done is bought a phone immediately and worked on getting the free replacement later. All I know is, I'm planning to travel into Manhattan again this weekend, and if I don't have a phone, things will be very unpleasant.

By the way, I've received a total of four emails from people. Let me reiterate: If you know me, I need your phone number. I'm completely serious about this.