My phone is officially out of commission for awhile... and if you have half a brain, I'm sure you can guess what happened... It was in my back pocket... and I was in the bathroom.... unzipped my pants and suddenly I heard the dreaded PLOP... without a second thought I exclaimed some explicit words and (because girls travel in twos) told Sarah what happened... my hand diving into the porcelain throne to pull my phone from the cold (and still completely clean) water.
I quickly zipped my pants back up and ran to the hand dryers and started to dry my phone.... because that's what the normal person does.... I can't even tell you how frustrated I am. Normally, when I remember that my phone is in my pocket I take it out and set it on the paper dispenser.. because I have heard far too many stories of phones in toilets... and I never wanted it to happen to me.
Now, it's begging and pleading with my phone to turn on, drying it out in rice (when Alex brings the rice and Sarah's back up phone for me to use). I'm apologizing to it profusely for "making it swim" and begging it to work. My mom is contacting our pals at the phone company to see if it is covered on our insurance... and I'm hoping.. because I do NOT want to go back to a flip phone. Not having to lug around the laptop to check emails while on campus is beyond amazing.... so here's to hoping.
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