Ok, I got carried away. I apologize. When I went to New York a year ago, I left my lovely sleek camera-less Moto flip phone with my younger brother for safekeeping. Of course, I should have known better. He disposed of my SIM card and got a new Airtel number and started using it. I expected this, obviously, having lived with the jerk for nineteen years. But what I didn’t expect was his resistance in giving the phone back to me! I hounded him for four weeks and finally, after a lot of blood and sweat, I got my baby back! Here’s what transpired:
Week 1: I asked him nicely. “Please give me my phone back.” He refused and ran out the room.
Week 2: I tried bribing him. “I’ll give you a hundred bucks if I can have my phone back!” He scoffed and said, “I’ll give you two hundred to drop the subject!”
Week 3: I tried stealing it. He had left it home and gone to college. I exchanged SIM cards and tried to start the phone, only to realize the jerk has activated a security code! Bah!
Week 4: I tried wrestling it from him. My neck is still weak from the choke hold he applied for ten minutes as I passed out.
Week 5: I emotionally blackmailed him. I promised to buy him a brand new drum kit if he gives the phone back to me. He relented after bargaining for an hour – one drum kit, one carton of chocolate ice cream and a brand new Moto flip phone next month. I looked at my phone, resting in his hand, being held hostage. I never negotiate with terrorists, but my lovely phone had been through enough. I couldn’t bear to see it tortured anymore. I agreed to the jerk’s demands and said yes.
Now, I’m broke, he has a new drum kit and I have my phone back! All in all, a very satisfying deal.
Oh, and I forgot to mention, today’s his nineteenth birthday. Happy birthday, terrorist! 😀