My BlackBerry (cellphone) displayed an ominous message, “Locked Out! Password Required.”
“No big deal, I thought. It’s happened before. I’ll just power down, and power back up, and it’ll be cured.” Not.
My next fail safe was pulling out the battery and putting it back in. Once again — not.
Grrr. I had no idea what my password was. I’ve had the BlackBerry for several years, and never had this problem. Why it “decided” to lock itself out, I have no idea. I had plugged it into its overnight charger just like I always do. Computers!
I tried what I thought might be my password. Not again. Another ominous message appeared: “One attempt out of ten. Information will be deleted after tenth.” Gulp.
Second try. Not. Third try. Not.
Oh, no. A full-body sweat, and at 5 a.m. in the morning! — the time I usually get up — my time for peace and quiet, for reading and writing.
One of the options on the BlackBerry was “Emergency Call.” I selected it to see what would happen. I heard it ring and hung up.
Fourth try at a password. Not. I decided to wait until 8 a.m. and call the cellphone store to see if they could tell me what my password was. “Everything will work out,” I told myself — my solution for most problems.
I was deep into my next week’s Empty Nest column, when the doorbell rang. Buddy jumped out of his chair, where he was curled up, and ran to the front door, tail waging. I looked out the window and saw two police cars with their red lights whirling, lighting up the neighborhood. What the....?
I looked at the clock, it was 5:30 a.m. I flipped on the porch light and opened the door. There were two young, good looking Mt. Pleasant police officers holding flashlights. “Are you Curt Swarm?” one asked.