So the countdown begins. Most of you will measure it with a mere clock, but not me. I will measure it by the frequency of the tremors throughout my body that grow worse with each passing minute. It will be exactly 24 hours to release on the U.S. east coast when I curl into the fetal position in a dark room and begin rocking back and forth. I'll come out of it several times for dry runs to the T-Mobile store, timing my run to the parking lot, making allowances for morning traffic, etc. I'll calculate, re-calculate, and then re-calculate once again. Then I'll plan alternate routes. They also need to be timed, re-timed, etc. Plotting them all, taking weather conditions, traffic conditions, and wind speeds, will give me my optimal route and exact time of departure. Once more through the checklist:
1. Gas - check.
2. Tires - check.
3. Credit Card - check.
4. Duct Tape - check.
No. Wait. Scratch #4. I was.....er......um....thinking of something else.
And then the wait for 10:00 A.M. begins. That's right. 10:00 A.M.!!! The friggin' TMo stores in New Jersey don't open until 10:00. Maybe I should bring the duct tape after all.
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