I got a big kick in the pants yesterday. My phone contract has been up since sometime in August. And my iPhone is older and it needs to be charged at least twice a day. Last time I updated my apps, I had to delete half of them. There was no room for all of them, my photos and my music.
I was at the Liz with the cycling team for a final meeting. I was in the ladies room, in the stall, finished with my business and re organizing myself. I heard a thud. I turned around.
My phone was in the toilet. Yep. Literally, in the toilet. I grabbed it. Tore off the cover and tried to dry it off.
I’d heard tall tales that a submerged phone, an iPhone, may survive a watery fall. Miracles were occurring, my phone still turned on and I was still able to use it. I downloaded my photos to dropbox and sent out a fateful text “i dumped my iphone in the toilet and it still works”
That was the last thing I did with the phone….
A haze appeared on the screen. The AT&T logo switched to No Service.
My phone was dead.
I hopped in my car and raced to the Apple store. I needed to get there by 6 pm to get a new phone. And that’s what I did.
I had been indecisive about which new phone to get. My decision was easy, once I was at the store. They only had the 5c models available. They couldn’t promise me when a 5s would be available, so I pulled the trigger.
Isn’t she pretty? I love her.
(And yes, my older model is now a coaster. A very expensive coaster.)