Oh, yes. Yes I am.
Yesterday, while hauling the Goober around (literally), my phone disappeared. After an intensive search, including calling the phone and listening for it, we concluded it was MIA and I called Sprint/Nextel and had the phone turned off.
This afternoon, my father-in-law and I got into my Jeep to go to the Sprint store to get a new phone (I really don't want to drive five hours with a kid, and have no communications), and as I twisted around to get my seat belt, a flash of blue-silver caught my eye, and with much craning and twisting, what do I pull out from under the back seat?
My cell phone.
So off we went to the Sprint store anyway, to get the phone turned back on. Not only did I waste a half hour of my own time, on phone calls and waiting around at the store, I wasted the time of two nice women who work for Sprint who got stuck dealing with an idiot.