This wasn’t my day. Well, ok, it wasn’t my week. Between my dad having surgery (thankfully completely successful), paying taxes, shelling out $300 for orthotics, blah blah, it was rough.
So it seems a fitting end that I accidentally washed my cell phone in my jeans pocket while doing laundry this morning. (Blush)
I got great advice from friends, including Andres Bianciotto, who wisely advised taking out the battery and putting it and the phone in two pounds of raw rice. That made it dry enough to start, but it no workee no more. A hair dryer didn’t get it going either.
I took Benny to the Verizon store tonight, where I had to tell a little white lie and say he was a service dog so he could come in, and got a new phone. Plastic; it feels like a toy; but it has a camera and so on, and it’s red. Hey, it was free since my phone was two+ years-old, and they transferred all my data.
Despite iPhone lust, I won’t switch to AT&T. I’m holding out for the Google phone or an iPod Touch with 80GB memory. But it’s nice to know, via my Twitter buds, that I’m not the only one whose phone met a watery end.
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Best “phone to a watery grave” story I have is not really my own.
Pre-marriage – many moons ago – when cellphones were still somewhat luxury items and not as ubiquitous as they are today… Roommate’s boyfriend was a hotshot exec at IT company who carried his phone with him every minute of the day – as if he were awaiting the call from the White House telling him the missiles were launching.
He was over but leaving just as I came home. She had apparently decided to get into a bubblebath. I walked in the door to hear the most amazing expletives coming out of the bathroom – accompanied by shrieks and splashing. Sounded like someone was trying to drown or murder my roommate or both.
Before I had time to rush to save her, he came out looking like he had been attacked by a carwash.
Seems he bent over to kiss her goodbye in the tub… phone was in his shirt pocket and slipped into the tub… as it sank beneath the bubbles, he tried to go after it.
Which probably would’ve been more productive if she hadn’t gotten it into her head that cell phone = battery and battery + water = electrocution and been trying to levitate herself out of the tub at the same time to avoid death.
I will leave the visuals to your imagination – but the phone never worked again. But it took her forever to clean up the flooded and sudsy bathroom and all I kept doing was laughing that she thought the cellphone in the tub would zap her to death.
:)
So… Cingular Risotto for dinner tonight? ;-)
GeekMommy – good thing the camera in the phone wasn’t set to send a video to YouTube.
Andres – yes, Cingular Risotto with Verizon cheese sauce.