I'm up in Wyoming visiting family and friends for the next couple of days. It turned out to be very fortuitous that I made plans ahead of time, since this morning I ran my pants through the washer with my cell phone in the pocket. Now my last tenuous connection to the wireless grid is my old phone which can't send or receive calls or messages anymore, but can tell me when someone has left me a voicemail... which I can't listen to. Technology sucks when I don't have it.
I took it apart and let it sit in the sun for a while, and now I've sealed it in a dish with a bunch of salt in the hopes that science will happen to it and make the water go away. It sounds a little like one of those things idiots do because they overheard part of a conversation and didn't bother to learn anything more. Soon I'll be dead, and public service announcements will be issued warning that combining salt and cell phones will burn down your house.
I called work and gave them the number I'm at in case they want to yell at me some more. Tomorrow I get to try to find my friend's house without the ability to call for help when I get lost. Man, I'm in trouble.
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