We all have those cringe worthy moments in life when we ask, “Why do these things happen to me?” You can prepare, plan, and organize all you want, but every once in a while, I think life hands you an embarrassing moment to test your humor. Well, I hadn’t had one of those moments in a long time until this past week when I set out to buy the iPhone 5. It may not seem like a big deal to many people, but those that know me know that I am a saver and NOT a spender. I only buy things when they absolutely need to be replaced. I definitely have never cared about keeping up with what everyone else has or having the most up to date anything. I’d rather have more money in the bank or be traveling.
I bought my gold motorola razr back in March of 2007 as a birthday present for myself. Through the years, it never failed me and I never wanted a new phone. Pieces started coming off and falling apart right around the time the iPhone 5 came out. I figured that was some kind of sign, so I started doing my research on which carrier and which plan I would want (I hadn’t been under a contract for the past 3 1/2 years!) I then called around to see who had it in stock and made a plan to go straight to the Apple store so they could teach me all the things about it and then head to the AT&T store so they could get my photos and contacts off of my old phone.
As I walked into the mall after driving around forever trying to find parking, I wondered what the heck was going on and why was it so busy? I then saw a sign that it was the first day Santa was there. I navigated towards the Apple store and saw that it was jam packed- around 50 employees with blue shirts on and around 300 customers. As I pushed my way through, I talked to various employees, made my way to the iPhone 5 table, decided on the white one, and went through the process of purchasing it. They then led me to one of the tables where they get your phone up and running and show you how to do the basics.
It was seriously so loud in the store and I was surrounded closely by people in all directions. I was grateful when they gave me a stool to sit on for this part of the process. I started chatting with the guy (young, short, ginger) that was helping me, and he eventually asked me what kind of work I did and I told him modeling and acting and he said he did some theater stuff too. He was walking me through how to do things on the phone and we got to the part that linked my email to my phone.
I never really have weird emails in my inbox- never anything I wouldn’t want anyone else to see. It’s mostly work stuff or photos from family. Well, we pulled up my email account to make sure it was working and what came up? Emails about Bulimia and Bulimia help. Now, immediately, I knew what it was. I was in talks to film a public service announcement and training videos for doctors, nurses, patients, etc nationwide about the disease and they were getting back to me about pay, filming dates, and those sorts of details. I have never had an eating disorder in my life, but in the shock of that moment, couldn’t even gather my words to try to explain myself (I realize that it is an issue for those suffering from it, is a sensitive subject, and is nothing to be ashamed of, as it is a disease). He and others around clearly saw the email subject lines and addresses. It didn’t help it was blazing hot in the store and everyone was sweating. He was speechless and clearly uncomfortable, and we had just talked about how I was a model, so I’m sure he assumed I had a problem. What’s worse? I had bruises and bandages on my wrist closest to him from where they had given me an IV when I was in the hospital for food poisoning days before! It made for a perfect story in his mind, I’m sure- all the pieces adding up one by one.
I was both relieved and anxious when he finally said he was going to take my phone in back to try to transfer things from my old phone. Relieved because I had a few moments to collect myself and be alone and anxious because I figured he was probably showing my inbox to coworkers. I actually wanted him to look at the emails and see what it was about so I wouldn’t even need to explain myself. He was back there for a good 15 minutes and came back to say he wasn’t able to get anything off my old phone and to head the the AT&T store next door. In the time he was away, I was able to laugh at myself and find the humor in what had just happened. I’m pretty sure I provided him with the most entertainment all day.
I then headed to the AT&T store next door and presented both phones. Two employees were quick to help me. I had called them earlier in the day so they knew what I needed done and what the situation was. They miraculously were able to get everything off my ancient phone. They then proceeded to tell me cool things about the iPhone 5 and showed me how to do certain things. I was happy to learn all I could, even though some of it was repeats of what Apple guy taught me. Well, except when they “taught” me how to pull up my email. There it was! Again! I felt my face start to warm up as they both looked at me. After what seemed like an eternity, they just continued to go over some other functions of the phone. I thanked them and headed out to my car.
Once inside, I just sat there for a minute thinking about the past hour and how ridiculous it was. I took out my new phone and interested in how the whole Siri thing worked, all I could think to ask was, “Did that just happen?” Siri’s response: “Checking my sources…”