Go ahead and laugh -- I sure did.
I mean, I cried too, but laughter was my immediate reaction.
|The scene of the crime|
This picture is quite typical of the space next to my bed. I don't have a nightstand, so things tend to end up in this spot, especially my cell phone. It's my alarm clock, after all, as well as my connection to the outside world.
Wednesdays are my day off, so I'm not sucking down water at my desk all day. Hence, a cup ends up taking up residence there about once a week. (It might be more often if my tap water wasn't so icky.)
These two factors combined for disaster. My cup sat, forgotten, on the floor -- forgotten because it's not ordinarily there. My cell phone and I had a falling out (mostly because it wasn't ringing) and so in a fit of independence, I dropped it on the floor.
Or so I thought. It makes quite a different sound when you drop it directly into a cup of water.
So, alas, I am without a phone for a little while. Sure makes a funny story though...