A Side of Rice

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We’ve Reached Our Limit

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My husband and I have smart phones. But evidently, they are not smart enough to …

–>Prevent rogue text messages from polluting my husband’s account after he
–>Signs up to receive text message tips for some stupid-ass online game he plays, which
–>Sends an unbelievable number of messages to your phone because it’s really a discussion board, sending a text every time someone posts a tip, a response, or comment
–>all of which will cost you A SHITLOAD OF OVERAGE MONEY

However, my smart phone — which is also the main line on the account — was smart enough to:

  1. Send me this e-mail at 8:39 am:

    Verizon email this early in the morning?  If only I hadn't been in a meeting and had seen it.

    Verizon email this early in the morning? If only I hadn’t been in a meeting and had seen it.

  2. Send me this text at 8:41 am:

    Damn, still in a meeting so I didn't see this either.

    Damn, still in a meeting so I didn’t see this either.

  3. Send me this e-mail at 10:37 am :

    Another e-mail...wait does that say over the limit?

    Um…does that say over the limit?

  4. Send me this text at 11:22 am:

    Jesus H,  we are over our limit on texts -- WTF?

    Jesus H, we are over our limit on texts — WTF?

All these love notes from the Verizon billing department (which was now busy planning cruises for their executives with all the overage charges we were racking up) prompted me to call my husband and inquire if:

–>the kids were messing with the phone (even though I knew they weren’t because they were in school. Right?)
–>because if they weren’t, Verizon has our account messed up with another family with text-obsessed teenagers
–>since we never even come close to our 250 texts per month limit
–>so somebody at Verizon most certainly done fucked up.

I got my husband on the phone (since we were over the limit on texts) and in a rather conciliatory voice, he let me know:

–>that he had signed up for some dumb-ass online game tips text service
–>and since that time, his phone had been blowing up
–>because it turns out that this was a message/discussion board
–>and every time his geeky game brethren posted something to the site, it came through as a text message to his phone

So, in effort to make sure I didn’t find out — my husband had:

–>freaked out and tried to stop the texts by blocking the number
–>and when that didn’t work, he tried calling Verizon and was told he couldn’t change account settings
–>because I’m the primary on the account, so he knew he was busted and couldn’t fix this without telling me
–>since Verizon wouldn’t let him do anything without my approvalĀ 

I do believe we’ll be enacting the Verizon protocol from now on. For all his decisions.

Author: A Side of Rice

Married, mom, marketing professional. Loves swearing, pedicures and celebrity meltdowns. Hates making dinner and working the little league concession stand.

2 thoughts on “We’ve Reached Our Limit

  1. I can’t stop laughing. Oh Mike.

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