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Last night I was at the Sprint store trying to get a few phones activated. I have 2 very ancient cell phones, and figured atleast one of them still works and I can have a working phone again. My favourite cute Sprint boy was there, and he smiled when I walked in. He had been so amused by the state of my phone when I went in a few weeks ago that he took me under his wing and went out of his way to help me out.

Sadly, none of the phones I brought in worked, and I realized later that he forgot to switch back over the working ESN so now my ghetto phone didn't work. Had to fly down to Chandler from east Mesa before they closed at 8. He was still there, and after I explained the situation he started to fix it. He said I should call him next time instead of running all over town, although I had to remind him that is impossible if he keeps breaking my phone.

After I got it back he smiles again. He says to call him as soon as I get a new phone to activate so I pick up his business card on the way out. I'm not even to my car when my ghetto phone starts to light up. He says he didn't mean for me to call him at work; and he gives me his cellular number.

Now I am stuck somewhere inbetween thinking that he gave me his number to go over and above the call of duty helpful, or maybe he digs me and wants to bring me many orgasms and flowers.

Thoughts?