Upon entering the house, I heard the washing machine running, and asked Jenny where my pants were. “In the wash” was her reply. I quickly opened the door to the laundry room and shuffled through the washing machine and located my now drenched pants only to find a soggy cell phone fully drenched in soapy detergent based water.
Not my day.
It’s dead, and its replacement just cost me $50. In reading the fine print of the warranty service, I’ll be receiving a used phone that may have some “signs of normal use and minor scratches or abrasions.” Oh joy.
Now I get to spend another six months reprogramming the list of people that I keep exclusively in my cell phone, since I refuse to carry a planner or any other sort of address storing system like most normal people do…. Every time I have to switch cell phones, I always tell myself that I’m going to resolve this problem and keep a rolodex…
Maybe someday I actually will…
jp
1 comment:
Bad day, and I wish you grace! As forlorn yet fablous as this photo.
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