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Some of the ways I take after my father, I don't like so much. A tendency to sometimes fail to empty out all of the pockets on things I'm about to toss into the washing machine would be the one I'm currently thinking of.
My wallet is very clean, because it's gone into the wash three times so far this year. I've been better about making sure it doesn't go into the drink, though, and it's been about a month since the last time I unconsciously decided to see how water-resistant the fine Corinthian leather* that holds all my cards and folding money really is.
Last night, I made sure that I got my wallet out before I carried the shorts it was in to the laundry room (which is an improvement on the times I wound up catching it just before I tossed the things into the washing machine,) but I totally forgot about the side pocket my phone was in. Until, that is, I was getting the wash out of the machine, and found the phone lying there.
I'm reasonably certain that I had all my contacts, if not necessarily all my ringtones and what have you, stored on the SIM. If that's the case, I should hopefully have all of them in whatever replaces the phone that I drowned last night. Otherwise, I'm going to have to start asking people to resend their numbers and such. In the meantime, however, I feel like I'm in a Seinfeld episode, and the Cingular Nazi is yelling "You! No phone, one or two days!"
Talk to you again when I get the new one.
*It may not actually be fine, or from Corinth, but damned if I don't love that phrase too much not to drop it into conversation every now and again.
My wallet is very clean, because it's gone into the wash three times so far this year. I've been better about making sure it doesn't go into the drink, though, and it's been about a month since the last time I unconsciously decided to see how water-resistant the fine Corinthian leather* that holds all my cards and folding money really is.
Last night, I made sure that I got my wallet out before I carried the shorts it was in to the laundry room (which is an improvement on the times I wound up catching it just before I tossed the things into the washing machine,) but I totally forgot about the side pocket my phone was in. Until, that is, I was getting the wash out of the machine, and found the phone lying there.
I'm reasonably certain that I had all my contacts, if not necessarily all my ringtones and what have you, stored on the SIM. If that's the case, I should hopefully have all of them in whatever replaces the phone that I drowned last night. Otherwise, I'm going to have to start asking people to resend their numbers and such. In the meantime, however, I feel like I'm in a Seinfeld episode, and the Cingular Nazi is yelling "You! No phone, one or two days!"
Talk to you again when I get the new one.
*It may not actually be fine, or from Corinth, but damned if I don't love that phrase too much not to drop it into conversation every now and again.
