The Eternal Struggle: Man Vs. Cell Phone Provider

Came home from work to discover that the police had blockaded all entry to my street. Seems there was a fire. In most stories, this would probably be the alarming part. I pulled into the nearby CVS parking lot to call my wife, and make sure she was OK, only to discover I was out of minutes on my T-Mobile prepaid account.

Obviously rushed at this point, I scrambled to put some minutes on the phone, weathering the voice-automated system (side note to Lisa S.: Fuck that guy. No, seriously. I hat...