This is why the festival couldn’t be held here…
I go to the car to finish the soup. Wasn’t feeling it, but didn’t want to waste it.
“Vi?”
“Yeah?”
“Your old phone. The one that nuh work. What are you going to do with it?”
“I guess throw it away. Why???!”
“I want it.”
“You can get it to work?”
“Yep, I think I can. If I can’t I know a guy who can fix any phone.”
“Wait, you let me spend money on a phone when that one could have been fixed?”
“I thought you wanted a upgrade.”
“Why would you think that when I only use it here?”
“Can I have it?”
“No, I’m positive it’s not going to work for you either.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m going to smash it with a rock.”
…I know, I can be so mean…
We leave and go back into town so he can pick up a few passengers. After one trip I went back to the room to make a few calls to check in with momz and check up on the kid…the one who has my car…lol
