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My broker's favorite story is about my cell phone wanting to share in my "adult" beverage. I was in my sunroom watching TV. Carl is an excellent cook so I usually just stay out of his way. Carl has this big, huge dog. About 140 pounds, with a tail like a whip. I can't use a typical wine glass because she knocks them over. I'm a classy lady, only the best will do for me. I use my McDonald's glass. The one with Disney characters and a heavy bottom. Perfect for my box of red wine. Dinner was ready. Yum! Steaks, baked potato, grilled vegetables, the works! My job was to make room on the table for the plates. I had my cell phone nearby in case someone called. Can't miss the call from the buyer that's ready to buy that million dollar home! There were some papers on the table too. I pick everything up. Plop! There goes my phone if my glass of wine. I grabbed it immediately! Only seconds in the wine and only half the phone was in the wine. Too late, my phone has passed out, permanently. My phone must be under-age.
This is good stuff Joan. Very funny. Maybe not at the time for you, but I don't care who you are, that's funny stuff. Having a pool and a pond in my yard are my hazards. The pond has eaten 2 of my phones. I don't carry the phone now when I am working in the back yard. Keep up the great saga's. Can't wait for the next one.
ReplyDeleteI have a pool in my back yard too. I save the "forgot to take the phone out of my pocket and went swimming" to amateurs. My phone creates new, and original ways to wreak havoc in my life.
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