In other news...last night I dropped my phone in the toilet. My very expensive phone pretty much JUMPED out of my pocket and DOVE into the water. And we're talking ker-plunk, sploosh, splash, soaking wet water everywhere folks. Not a pretty sight...

Sunday morning...I wake up. I take my phone out of the rice and shake it profusely to get all of the little grains out of the expensive mechanical thingers inside my phone. I put my battery in, and slide the back of my phone shut. My fingers press and hold down the red button that should power up my phone. One second slips by, then two, then five, then eight...and still nothing. I begin to lose hope, my faith in the cellphone gods has been lost, and it's starting to look like I stuck my hand in a toilet bowl for no reason...
But wait, the screen began to turn on...and it looked normal. After a few minutes of use and experimentation, my phone appeared to work as if nothing had ever happened. Cell phone gods, fairies, and angels, you have answered my prayers. In the end, I have learned my lesson, and this should pretty much become a bible story for children studying faith in the cell phone gods. Jusss sayin' don't drop your phone in the toilet kids.
Amen ,
-rach
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