Back in 1995, you either used the apartment phone for local calls or the pay phone for long distant calls. There was a pay phone directly outside my apartment.
This story is not about the pay phone. That might be another blog post.
My apartment had apartment dwellers in and out so no one knew where our phone originated, who bought it, or when it was originally bought. So when it broke, Alessandra, my Italian roommate, decided we need to return it.
As a reader, you should know Alessandra and I were frenemies, leaning more towards the enemies side. We really did not get long. Again that could be another blog post.
I must have been bored that night because I volunteered to go with her while she tried to return it. We first went to the local Wal-Mart. That was a no go. They would not take the phone back.
So we continued onto Target. At that point in my life, I had never experience the wonderful place known as Tar-Get (think the French pronouncation). I don’t know why they agreed to take the phone back. I think they traded the phone in.
As I said, this is probably one of the few times Alessandra and I got along while I was in Walt Disney World.
This is one of the memories I carry around in my heart. I almost wish I took more photographs during my time in Disney or had a vlog so that I can relive these moments. It’s time I share these memories so I’ll continue to share these memories.