how to get a cell phone fixed
Now this quest started off to be a little bit of a problem because I don’t exactly remember where I got my phone. It was my third day in Korea, jet lagged and dazed, everything seemed so new, strange, and overwhelming to me back when I purchased it. But regardless, I set out to find the shop that sold me the phone.
I gave up and just went into one of the dozen shops on what I thought was same street that look pretty much the same and well, it might have been the same store but who really knows. The very nice worker who actually spoke some English told me that to get my phone fixed, I had to go to the service center. She even drew me map and upon 1 minute of being outside the door of the shop, I realized it was going to be completely difficult to use because the landmarks on the map were not even in the right relationship to each other. In fact they were completely wrong, not even a one of them in the right place. But I set off and figured that according to the baffling map and landmarks that the place I could be looking for could be in only 1 of 4 or 5 buildings located on the 2nd floor of said ghost building.
So on the last building, still not having found the place I was looking for, I decided to start over and go into another cell phone shop just like the dozen other on this new street and talk to the people there. Bingo! As soon as I walk in, the very friendly guy who unfortunately did not speak English at all said, “service-uh center-uh?” I say, “yes” and he communicates through hand signals and all those strange things that people do when they can’t talk. Basically, he communicated for me to go to the next intersection and the service center would be on the 2nd floor. Yeeesssss! The first girl also said the 2nd floor. Although I have to mention that where I was going was now completely off the map, I still thought I was going to make it.
I stumbled my way around the 2nd floor into to service center put my phone down took a deep breath and said, “hand-uh phone opsoyo” which I think translated in English means “no cell phone”. Anyway, they understood and took it away. Thirty minutes later, I sat there at the complementary lobby computer typing this very message and I still had “no cell”. Hahaha.
Actually, nobody there spoke English and so I don’t really know exactly what was going on. After a while a technician came out and asked me if I spoke hungal (Korean). I said “hungal opsoyo” which of course means “no Korean”. He understood and acted out that my phone was broken. I knew that but at least things were happening.
Not too much longer there he was, he gave me my phone back in working order and ready to go. Well, minus all the phone numbers/pictures/ring tones/other important information in the phone as now the memory was wiped completely clean. That was the price I had to pay for getting my phone back because there wasn’t any other price. When all was said and done my bill was zilch.
So, the rest of this story is that I sat down to type this blog up as an intro to my blog about have gone ice fishing but as this story itself has turned into a tale of its own, I shall plan on saving my ice fishing adventure for next time. Hope everyone is well and I hope you have a nice day.