Not My Day

This morning, while emptying the litter box that sits in our garage and is over used by the massive number of feline quadrupeds that wander our house, I got a little ‘residue’ on my khaki work pants. In my normal morning pattern, I was of course late to drop off Jess at school, so I ran upstairs quickly and changed into another pair. Now, I thought I had grabbed everything off of and out of my pants during the switch, but I must have missed something. My wife, in a hurry herself, instructed me to bring the pants for an immediate washing, and I dropped them off to her as I ran out of the house. By the time I got to the truck, which was parked in the driveway, since Jessamyn can’t get into the side door when it’s in the garage, I realized that I was missing my cell phone.

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…

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