Oh, Hello Officer

The day started off so promising.  Joe was up by 4AM and out the door for his century ride by 5AM.  He left me sleeping peacefully, and I had my own big plans for the day.  I'll rest just a bit more, get up early to conquer my long run on Forbidden Drive before the heat starts climbing into the 90's.  

Fail.

All. Around. Fail.

First of all, that "rest a bit more" turned into sleeping until 8:45AM.  So much for getting up early to beat the heat.  No biggie.  I'll get a swim workout today, and try this whole scenario again tomorrow.  First, a little email and Facebook catch up...

Before I can continue, I must go back a few weeks to set the stage.  I got my first iPhone 4 in 2011.  As I was approaching my 2 year upgrade date, my phone started acting up, deleting my contacts almost weekly.  Can you imagine how long it takes to go through each and every text message to add friends and family back into your phone?  Let's just say, a long time.  So I head into the Verizon store to seek their advice. Long story short, they advise me to send it back to Verizon and they would ship me a new one for free. I wasn't quite to my upgrade date and the rumor mill has been buzzing about the new iPhone 6 in a few short months. Done. 

Fast forward a few weeks and Verizon calls me to tell me that the damage to my phone was not mechanical and therefore they are charging me $299 for the iPhone 4S that was sent to me. I call customer service who directs me to go into the store. I'm in Verizon for almost 2 hours before the helpful sales guy (mind you, NOT the same guy as take 1) gets them to agree to take the phone back which leaves me needing to upgrade or not have a phone. Fine. I leave with a lot less money and an iPhone 5. If I had wanted to spent $200 on a phone, I wouldn't have agreed to the whole swap and exchange the first time. Alas, the directions were simple "go online and print a return shipping label to send back your old phone". Keep in mind that I specifically asked about my bill as this charge had been sitting there for a few weeks at this point and i had not intention of paying it. "No, no, no. At least 90 days before that". Good, good. A few days pass because naturally my life doesn't revolve around Verizon. 

...and that brings us back to Saturday. 

So, I reach for my phone to check my email. Low and behold, no service. Damn you Verizon!!!  It takes a few calls to find out that they need to snail mail a return address label. Seven to ten days?!  What year is this? Anywho, the service interruption was a mistake, it's all back in place and my return address label is on its way. One thing down. 

Make the bed, tidy up the bedroom, head downstairs.....

OH GOD!  WHAT IS THAT SOUND??  Joe had set the home alarm system when he left and forgot to bypass the sensor. Oh god. Make it stop. I race upstairs for my phone as I have NO idea how to turn it off. Four consecutive calls to Joe go unanswered. One call to Heather meets voicemail. All the while this thing is piercing my eardrums. It sounds like a fire engine is in my living room. I quickly grab the manual and am furiously flipping through pages to find the answer. Eventually I get the dumb thing silenced. It went on long enough, however, that I'm pretty sure Philly PD is going to show up shortly. I wait a bit, avoiding hopping in the shower for fear I'd get out to a sight if policemen putting an axe through my front door. So, I decide to try on my bikinis to see which one to wear for my afternoon pool trip (part 2 - the non-fitness edition). Juuuuust about the time I pull on the bottoms, there it is. The knock at my front door. While I'm in a bikini. Of course I can't find anything to put on as a coverup as I race downstairs to greet the officer on my stoop. In a bikini. At 10:30AM. In a home that was just alerting the entire neighborhood that someone tripped the alarm in the house. We share a few pleasantries, I apologize for being an idiot and he asks for my ID. I quickly produce my license that still reflects my previous address. He quickly scans and says, "Well, the address doesn't match but it looks like you're pretty comfortable here unless you've broken in and put on someone's bathing suit". Fabulous. Now I look and FEEL like an idiot. At least he's on his way and I'm on mine. 

(Note: Little did I know that I was going to see him the next day at the gas station. Luckily he didn't recognize me fully dressed)

My heart is still racing when I finally get a call from Joe. He's definitely frustrated, though I come to find out that it wasn't over my antics with the alarm. (And by antics I mean that it's his fault, not mine!!). Joe sliced his tire about 40 miles into his ride and had to hitchhike to a bike shop to get new tubes and tires. Bad day all around. Thank you to the kind man who picked him up and drove him there safely. 

Finally Heather and I were off to the pool. A swim and then lunch in Manayunk and a search for a local pool to hang for the afternoon. Did you know that there are 70 public pools in Philadelphia??  We ended up skipping the public pool and relaxing on Kelly Drive for a bit. The day ended much better than it started. My cell phobe is in working order, Joe's tires are fixed, my heart is beating normally again and I've learned how to silence the alarm. Oh, and we went to the movies to see The Heat. If you haven't checked out this blockbuster, you MUST go!! Definitely the comedy of the summer!!