If you’ve been there before, you know what we’re talking about. Through some cruel twist of fate, a critical moment of clumsiness, a regretful slip of the fingers, your phone topples from your grasp, from your purse, from your pocket, into the irreversible clutches of that fickle mistress, H20.
It can happen to anyone at any time. You’re just minding your own business, maybe using the phone, maybe not. It seems just like a normal day, like any other day. You’re probably going about your business as though the day isn’t filled with treachery at every turn.
Then, because you have no idea how badly it could go, you decide to use your cellular device to make a call, send a text, look at Facebook. What’s the worst that could happen?
This is you…
And this is gravity…
And here’s your sad, helpless phone…
You scramble, you fumble the phone–half a second feels like a lifetime as you wait for the inevitable to occur.
Despite your reaching and hoping, that phone is already long gone.
Immediately, post-splash, you are filled with grief. This stage can last a few days.
You try to fix it, somehow, some way. Can you un-soggy a phone? Can you un-break a heart?
No, you cannot. This is an important lesson in acceptance. You can live without the phone. Hakuna Matata. The bare necessities of life will come to you.
Until you get a new phone, that is.