Conversation With Sprint Lady

ME: So I lost my phone but now I found it and I had it locked but now I want it unlocked so I can use it again.

HER: And what is the number?

ME: (XXX-XXX-XXXX)

HER: Ma'am, that's just a bunch of x's.

ME: No, this is just for the blog so evil people in Nebraska don't call me and offer me a deal on a timeshare resale. Think back to the real conversation.

Her: Oh, right. Okay. Can I have your pin?

ME: The thing is, I forgot my pin. But I know I also had a secret question.

Her: Right. What was your first pet's name?

ME: Prince.

Her: Right. Now, what can I do for you?

ME: I want to have my phone reactivated. Prince was a parakeet. My sister fell on him and he died. It was kind of sad.

Her: I'm sorry to hear that.

ME: Well, I was, like, 9 then, and I'm 31 now, so I'm okay with it.

Her: Okay, your phone has been reactivated and should be working within the next 20 minutes.

ME: Um, thanks. Could I get a new pin? Because I've been calling Sprint a lot these last few days and I'm getting tired of telling the dead bird story.

Her: blah blah blah log on to your account blah blah blah.

Oh, and imagine me screaming all this in the middle of Quincy Market because the Sprint lady could barely hear me on the pay phone I was using.