The incredibly stupid Saturday night

Ah, what a day. Last night when me and my sister were at the Summerburst festival, her phone died. Genius me came up with the idea to put her sim-card in my phone instead. Only one problem though: she has a micro-sim. After a few glasses of wine and in the middle of a party-"everything is possible"-mode, we said "hey, let's try it at least!". If I could go back in time I would rewind to that moment and scream in my ear: "are you f*cking stupid?". But I can't, so here's what happened: her card got stuck in my phone, after which she said "oh don't worry, I'll fix it when we get home with the kitchen knife. I've done this many times before!".


Should I have protested by then? Should I have had my doubts when she mentioned the kitchen knife? Yes, I should have.

I didn't, though.

After we'd both been without phones the whole evening and unable to contact anyone, we came home happy and still feeling like everything was possible. My sister took out the kitchen knife and, well, pushed it in even further. My phone is now completely hi-jacked by her sim-card and her twin-sim is somehow impossible to call to. So both of us are pretty much handicapped now.

What was even more humiliating than merely the fact of having done this remarkably stupid mistake, was having to go to The Phone House on a Sunday morning, hungover, and explain what we'd done. He smiled and said (while trying not to laugh at us) that the warranty probably doesn't cover the repair since *trying to find a way to say it nicely* you, eh, brought it upon yourself (read: you were so stupid).

After this humiliation, I had to go home (now even more hungover) and go straight to IKEA to buy a whole kitchen for my mom's newly built apartment. To put it mildly, it's been a very long day.