The Resurrected Cell Phone

Okay so Josh and I are huge fans of Mexican Food. Two Sunday's ago, we weren't really in the Mexican mood but we were both really hungry and it seemed like there was nothing else to choose from. We went, ate, had a good time, you know, all the stuff we normally do at a restaurant until...I went to the bathroom. Everyone who has eaten Mexican food knows that it can do a number on the average stomach, this is why my mother-in-law carries gas pills (for which I am extremely grateful)!

I had already done something stupid by committing to something for the wrong date! I was trying to straighten out my mess via text messaging so I took my phone with me to the bathroom. I went into the first stall, sat my phone on the back of the toilet, and realized that there was some mysterious liquid on the floor. Well, I was wearing my very fun red velvet pants, and not wanting to get the grossness on them, I took my phone and abandoned the stall. My next destination seemed to be cleaner so I decided to park it there. I followed the same routine with my phone, turned around to get toilet paper coverage for the seat and turned back around just in time to see my phone slip and fall into the dark hole at the bottom of public restroom toilet. I dropped to my velvety knees as I recited a string of curse words in my head. Not only did I have to dip my hand into the clear pool of invisible germs, but I had to DIG! DIG my phone out of that tiny hole that swallows human feces! I got it!

When I got back to the table Josh asked me what was wrong, yes he's pretty good at knowing that scowl on my face. I told him the story and he immediately burst into laughter (it would have been a different story had it been his phone) and claimed he was glad we took out insurance on my phone! I was still less than happy that I would have to pay $50 for the same stinkin phone that I already had. I played with the battery but every time the battery was in the phone it just vibrated constantly! Finally, I was at peace with the fact that I would be phoneless and $50 poorer.

On the way home I stuck my lips directly into my pot of lip gloss to aid my chapping lips. Josh looked at me and asked me if that was sanitary. I told him that I thought it was a lot more sanitary that rubbing my lips with the same finger that dove down into a damn public toilet! Laughter again.

I got up the next morning to go to Verizon. I put the battery into my phone...no vibrations. I dared to turn it on...it lit up! It worked perfectly fine!! I ran to the bathroom to disinfect it for about 15 minutes until I let it touch my face. I feel very lucky that my cell dried out and decided to let me use it again, however, I won't be canceling my insurance anytime soon...this kind of stuff is in my blood.