I was home last Friday, a little after 12 noon, having slaved over a hot computer for 3.25 hours in my underwear (if you must know), when there was a knock on my door. (I live in an apartment.) I went to the door, opened it just a little (maintaining my modesty), and a lady was standing there, apparently one of the other tenants in the building.
She asked if she could borrow my cell phone. At that precise moment in time, I was listening to some Internet radio station on my cell phone (yes, kids, you can do that with an iPhone), so I offered to let her use my cordless home phone instead. As I did not want to invite her in (I explained to her why not), I instead left the door cracked an inch or two while she made a couple of calls.
I did not intend to eavesdrop, but it happened nonetheless. And this is what I heard, more than once...
"The baby peed on my cell phone!"
Actually, she said the baby's name, but I won't say the name here, because who knows, that baby might grow up and run for President someday, and I wouldn't want to hurt his chances, because it was not a typical, everyday name (although not as weird as Metallica).
So, I guess not a wonderful choice as to where to leave your cell phone. This really takes the cake. I have a co-worker who lost two cell phones while fishing (separate incidents). I have a friend who got gravy in her cell phone. No, really, it's not that hard to do, if you throw the phone in the bag with your drive-thru order from KFC. For a long time thereafter, that cell phone was referred to as "the gravy phone".
But pee on the cell phone? I can only imagine trying to explain that one at the Verizon store. Wonder if urine-soaked cell phones are covered under the replacement plan?
Reminds me of an old Rod Stewart song...
"Urine my heart, urine my soul..."
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