...isn't today the day for such a tale??
It was a cold, dark night...not really. It was a bright, sunshiny afternoon, ahem, yesterday, when a trip to the latrine turned deadly. All business was said and done...then upon 'the zip' there was a sploosh. The kind of sound you hear when a large rock is cast into a lake. Only this was no rock. And no lake. It was my 'not-so-unique-but-cute-to-have' pink Razr cell phone...splooshing into the toilet...pre-flush! Horrid!! I gasp. I might have said something like 'oh cr*p' (pun intended - even though there was none involved) and looked for SOMETHING, ANYTHING to reach in and retrieve it. I found a plastic bag, put my hand inside, got the phone and tossed it into the sink...where I rinsed it. This phone is dead. RIP. Even if it wasn't...I can assure you that I would NOT be using it again. It shall never rest it's pretty pink self next to my FACE again. Tragic. I am sad.
Fortunately, my old cell phone was floating around the house as I had given it to the kiddos to play with...like the other five floating around the house. I was able to charge it and change out the SIM card. It works just fine. But it's not cute and pink. I think I'll search eBay for a new Razr.
And...no, I wasn't talking on the phone while doing my business. It was in the back pocket of my jeans. The loss is not because I couldn't bare to end a conversation...only because of the convenience that having the phone in my pocket served yesterday.
The old pink Razr...won't be inherited by my children to play with...that would just be nasty.