As I was getting out of the car at football practice last night (where else?), I picked up my cell phone to stick it in my pocket. It jumped out of my hand, hit the pavement, slid into the storm drain, and landed with a distant splash. I just stood there staring. I actually got down on my knees and stuck my head down under the curb, ass in the air, to see what I could see. It was so deep that I could see nothing. There was just nothing to be done. The splash at the end confirmed it.
GAHHHHHHHH! We were planning on changing providers next month anyway, but I hadn't planned on doing it THIS WEEK. I hadn't bothered to transfer all my stored numbers and pictures to somewhere where I could retrieve them. This phone number is our "home phone".
I will now spend the next day or so researching plans and models and bitching about not having a phone. If you need to get in touch, call Matt (HA we all know he never answers his phone). At some point, I will have to contact every person I know and re-obtain their phone numbers. I don't even know my mother's cell phone number off the top of my head. I only know her home number because it hasn't changed since 1982.
What a pain in the ass!
This is a new one! I have had folks tell me of their phone being automatically flushed away.
ReplyDeleteOH MAN! That really SUCKS!
ReplyDeleteEEK! Storm drains always creep me out! This is why!
ReplyDeleteBut hey, new phone!! :)
Oh, but what a nice ass it is!!!!!
ReplyDeleteThat sucks! But now that creepy clown from Stephen King's IT has a new phone.
ReplyDeleteThat would be really annoying! I hope you find a replacement soon.
ReplyDeleteI don't have anyone's phone numbers memorized either!
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