The Saga of the Phone

If you know me, you know that I am permantly attached to my phone. Well, last tuesday I lost said phone while on a walk. This not only lead to great anguish but a great new shiny phone as well, which cost me a whole bunch of money but was worth it because I needed another phone.

Okay so yeah new phone...then I got my old phone returned to me - yeah old phone. So now I have two phones.

Fast forward to today - I want to go for another walk again. So I go down to the grand river with Scotty and we are having fun. We climb down to the river bank I have have fun dipping my toes in the water and squelling because its SO COLD! Well thinking OOOH new phone is camera phone - I pull it out and take a picture of Scott with it. Oh Yeah Fun. Then I'm like "the water is so pretty I should take a picture of it to be my wallpaper" so I hold my phone out and it drops/slips/falls/escapes from my hand...into the grand river.

Now pause...I'm wearing a skirt. Play: I scream FUCK... MY PHONE! and jump into said river and grab it. Oh sweet jesus, its still working...then not. So I have to scramble up the steps in my skirt, going up these big boulder stairs on my knees, cradling my phone and going oh shit I dropped my phone in the river, I can't believe I just dropped my seven day old $400 phone in the fucking grand river. I go to a bench and dismantle the phone and start wiping it on my shirt to get off some of the water. Then I notice the phone is bleeding. Apparently when it gets wet there is a dye marker that turns red and your phone bleeds - this is not good because it kinda voids the warrenty but hopefully with my extended warrenty I don't have to worry - hopefully.

Anyways I rush home and tell my hunny the story. To which he just shakes his head and echos the sentiment that seems to resound with this situation: only me. The phone continues to dry out.