If I were Wayne Dobson, I'd move house. I'd move a few blocks away from his Las Vegas home. Or I'd leave Las Vegas altogether.
Dobson, you see, suffers constantly by virtue exclusively of where he lives.
Angry Sprint customers turn up at his door and demand he gives them their cell phones back.
He doesn't have their cell phone. He doesn't have anyone's cell phone. He doesn't even own a cell phone.
As the Las Vegas Review-Journal painfully portrays it, 59-year-old Dobson is at his wit's end.
However, he's also … Read more