story of my life

So I spilled my entire water bottle in my purse this morning and I only noticed it when I noticed the 4+ foot long puddle draining from somewhere...

I saved my Kindle, than God. I saved my iPod, thank God again.

However, I may not have saved my phone.

I can't tell if it's totally gone to the shitter because it sometimes turns on and then only white screens after about a minute, other times it'll just go straight to the white screen. The water mark spot is intact, I think water just got in through the ear piece and into the mechanical parts and now I don't have a phone.

To people who know my history this sort of mishap is probably not a surprise to you, but to the people I've yet to share my strange water related phone homicide list let me elaborate...

I've only killed phones with water, nothing else really. Age has only happened to one of my phones, the first one, and I had it for 3 years. I thought it was really neat because the screen had color, you now realize how long ago that was.

The list of water related accidents begins with me dropping it into my dogs water dish... the worst part is that his dish was in the corner of the room. Please don't ask why I had my phone out in the corner of the room, I don't actually know why. I just know that for the entire room to be completely dog dish free and the bit I dropped my phone into to have the water was statistically significant. I should have known then that I was cursed.

My next phone was set directly into a glass with an inch of water in it because I thought it was empty and after driving my friend to the airport at 5am setting my phone into the cup seemed like the best place. How I missed an entire inch of water I'll never know. it was 5am, I was tired.

After that I was at work one night carrying my phone in my apron and a tray with about 15 full glasses of dirty water on it. Dirty in the sense that people had put their mouths and sticky hands all over them. I walk into the kitchen and somehow manage to dump the entire trey all over myself. So, not only was I soaking wet from a million glasses of water, embarrassed because I spilled with no trigger to the clumsiness that I'm rather prone too, but my phone was destroyed. The cosmos hate me.

Now, for the fourth time I've killed a phone with water.

I can't have nice things.