When in doubt... ask a 10 year old

I wasn't going to share this story due to it's embarrasing content.

My iPhone broke Saturday afternoon. Yes, the end of the world is upon us.

In my chaos of a life I have to have communication. I need to be available. Email. Txt messaging. IM. Phone. Web. If I'm disconnected, I truly am useless (once again, Amy, I apologize for that fact).

So my cell phone not working on a Saturday when I am light staffed at the bookstore, and we are expecting record attendence at Christ Fellowship Palmetto Bay Saturday night... yeah, that's a recipe for disaster.

12 missed calls. Not an exaggeration.

Evidently, when I would make and receive calls the earpiece speaker would be dead silent. I found out after 5 hours of no phone that my "speakerfone" option still worked, but who wants to have conversations with people in public on speakerfone so everyone can hear?

Sunday AM at CFH I run into Jonathan Concepcion, a new Apple Store: Falls Employee. After my gripe session, he makes an appointment for me to get the phone looked at. 5:30pm Sunday.

5:24pm. I show up at the Apple Store: Falls location. BTW, it's being redesigned, and the current Apple Store: Falls location is a closet maybe 500 square feet. It had 100-150 people packed in it today. No, not kidding.

5:25pm. I stumble to the Genius Bar and wait. I'm #2 on the appointment list. There's maybe 20 people between me and the bar. I have no idea who to talk to. So I wait.

5:35pm. In line ahead of me there is an old man who is having problems with his iPhone. Maybe late 60s. The Apple Tech tries to talk to him in normal (read: non-techie) language, but it's obvious the old man doesn't understand. He turns around and belows this name, and this 10 year old kid comes flying through the store. He somehow manages to squeeze his way up to the bar. The old man points to the kid, and the Tech explains everything to the kid who nods. The kid translates to the grandfather who nods. They then wait at the bar, I guess for paperwork?

5:42pm. My name is called. I plunge in towards the bar, parting the crowd of people like Moses did the Red Sea. I hand my phone to the Apple Tech, and explain to him what is going on. I have to shout over the chaos of 30 people standing around the Genius Bar. "The earpiece doesn't work, but my phone works in speakerfone."

5:43pm. This little 10 year old brat/angel (you choose) that is standing in line next to "Grandpa" says to me, "Oh, your phone still thinks the headphones are plugged in. Just blow in the headphone jack and it'll work again."

5:44pm. So the Apple Tech, who still hasn't said anything to me, literally takes my phone, blows into the headphone jack twice, and hands me my phone saying "wanna give it a try?" Stupid phone worked.

5:45pm. I thank the tech, ask the brat/angel if he makes house calls. Pat Grandpa on the back, and walk out of the Apple Store.

Hilarious.

There was a time in my life when I was just like that brat/angel. Now I'm being bested by them. I blogged yesterday about being irrelevant. According to this 10 year old, I really am!

Comments

[oscar Roque]

Its not you, its that darn internet, it has transformed our children into technological "wizards" a la Harry Potter.
Never in a hundred years would a technique I used on Nintendo games would I think would wok on an iphone.
Leave it to Job to bring back the "blow". Wow

[Maggie Dokic]

LOL I loved this! I have two of those brats myself except they're not so bratty. And probably not so technologically advanced either. I wonder if Grandpa really gets full use of his iPhone?

[Eddy]

Jeff, he just called you grandpa, quick call him...oh never mind the 10 year old is on his day off.