My bus driver made me cry this morning.

[innerSpaceman]

Ugh, I hate it when computer say you're wrong, because there's just no fighting them, no arguing. You, the human, are assumed to be the wrong one every single time. I don't cry, but I do get soooo angry the walls around me start to shake from Carrie-like psykenetic powers of my psycho psyche.

Last month my cellphone bill came to a whopping $125, instead of the $40 it ALWAYS is because I NEVER exceed my minutes. Has never happened once. So my bill shows that, one day in April, my phone made 50 calls to points all over the U.S., one call per minute, every 2 minutes for two hours. Some calls were made while other calls still existed, as if the call to Detroit were placed on hold while the call to Denver was started. This bill was obviously flawed. I did not make these calls. It's not possible to have my jingle-in-the-pockets-unlocked phone make 50 accidental calls to real phone numbers that are not on my speed-dials. And I have never had my phone out of my possession or leant to anyone ever. On this particular day, I was away from my office and - amidst the 50 calls - are two legitimate calls that I made to my office, thus proving I was in possession of my phone at the time these other 50 calls to Flagstaff and Florida and everywhere inbetween were made.

But Cingular's computers tell them the calls were made from my SIM card and that's the end of story. I can "know" all I want, and I know my phone did not make those calls, but there's no arguing with a computer. Heh, not that I want that particular computer in charge of my phone bill ever again, but I'm pissed that I have to drop my cell phone provider over this (cause there's no way I'm paying that bill that I don't owe). Drats ... and I looove my phone number, too. (Isn't there some new law that lets you take your cell phone number with you when you switch providers).

I didn't cry, but that's cold comfort considering how angry I got. Not worth the blood pressure change.