It appears I'm cursed with mobile phones, I'm starting to get a reputation amongst my friends and family!
Phone 1, I dropped at home onto my wooden floor! The screen didn't quite do that non-shatter ruler trick but stayed attached, some trusty sticky tape secured it and meant that I didn't shred my fingers when texting!
Phone 2 was adorned with a case, you know, just to be safe. The case opened like a book and closed by magnet, perfect. Until I parked the car at a friends one day and texted my way up her drive, I dropped my phone and it landed on the concrete face down like a slice of buttered toast and, as you've probably guessed, case open. Another screen shattered.
Phone 2 held onto its feeble life as much as I held on trying not to drop it! One day whilst shopping I needed to 'powder my nose' so ventured to the ladies (I hear you starting to snigger, maybe yelling 'noooo' out loud) I queued (always a queue in the ladies) I'm a bit of a toilet snob so don't often use the loo when I'm out, I mean who knows who's been sat on that very throne and left microscopic evidence for me to find! 😒 As most ladies know, just prepping the seat takes time using vast amounts of loo roll to create a new seat! I only venture into public toilets if I've started to do a jig and this was one of those moments so as I simultaneously lowered my jeans and myself I let out a gentle sigh of relief.
That was until I heard a splash and a ceramic clunk. Pants down ankles, and trying to stop the desperate flow before it had started I stood to see my mobile sinking into the loo. A public loo.
I don't know what was a better incentive to actually put my hand down the loo, the aching desperation to wee or the infuriating frustration of yet another mobile dilemma! Either way, I had to retrieve it and have my wee! So there I sat, dripping hand, dripping mobile (yak!) weeing and silently cursing in the cubicle whilst trying to dry me and the mobile with toilet roll.
Would you believe after a lot of drying out phone 2 actually turned back on! Though my husband cringed every time I held it an inch away from my face to use it! My step-daughter also ask if I'd dropped it post-poo but I'd like to confirm that it was definitely pre-wee! (sorry)
After a few months my mobile's life started to ebb away as it flickered it's way through the days so I bought phone 3. And another case. One day (within months!)following a conversation with my daughter I flicked the case over my mobile and.... yes I dropped it, onto the tiled floor of a hotel room. Black screen of death!
So here I am, having retrieved my very first smashed phone from a junk cupboard, it's sticky tape still in tact and it's spider web of a screen is just view-able! It occasionally freezes and re sets itself to a date and time a few years ago (I often wonder if it's the date of the first smash set in it's memory!)
A word of warning to all you potentially jinxed people out there, don't keep your mobile phone in your ass cheek pocket. (signs off to see if anyone has invented mobiles attached to sleeve string like old mittens)
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