Scott and I live on the Northside, and since we’ve moved here we’ve struggled with our Sprint service at our house. For the first few years we could only make phone calls from one specific spot on the deck; the other option was texting only, and ONLY if the phone was situated on the furthest right corner of the desk.
Driving around the Northside is not much better – there is very spotty service on Crown Mountain road between both sets of dumpsters. There is also spotty service as you head towards Bolongo Bay, beginning at the dumpsters after the WICO building and ending somewhere after you get down Donkey Hill.
(and yes, islanders-to-be and vacationers-with-rentals-asking-for-directions, this is how we give directions. Dumpsters, named steep hills, gas stations, the corner by the light just before Bluebeards where that homeless guy hangs out and occasionally yells for a cigarette, etc. I don’t know if I could even name the route number of the road I live on…)
Meanwhile, our friends who use AT&T prance around our house and drive these roads with service up the wazoo. “Look at us!” they exclaim, “We’re making calls! We have service! Our phones are awesome!” they yell, dancing around and laughing at us as we sob in a corner, cursing Sprint and resenting the fact that our phones are nothing more than expensive paperweights in many areas on this rock.
Okay, so maybe they didn’t prance, but they definitely applaud their service and they may have a point; it would seem AT&T is the way to go on this island…so a few days ago we made a checklist. A) Ditch Sprint. 2) Get new friends.
And here we are, brand new members of the AT&T community on St. Thomas. We learned the secret handshake and everything. I was also half expecting balloons and cake, but I’ll save that for my birthday (enter shameless birthday plug: it’s next Thursday. Mark your calendars). Instead I will seek out some Sprint users and get my prance on! Yeah! “I’m making calls! I have service! My phone is awesome!”.
So, like, call me, okay?