Washed up

I woke this morning with a splitting headache after a night out on the town. Knowing it would take a while to recover, I decided to make myself useful by doing some chores around the house.

I started by getting some laundry going. Seeing my clothes from last night sitting on my floor and remembering how they reeked of cigarette smoke from hanging in the outdoor "smoking" area of the bar, I knew those clothes had to be first in the washer. I piled them in, added the detergent and started the cycle.

Then I thought a cup o' coffee might be nice, so I grabbed my wallet as I prepared to head out the door to the Dana Street Roasting Company. Then I started looking for my cell phone.

"Where the hell is my phone? " I asked myself. "Oh, maybe still in my pants from last night. Oh crap, my pants are in the washing machine!!!"

I ran over to the machine and stopped the wash cycle. Sure enough, there was my Motorola Razr, all wet in my pants pocket. I could see the outside screen all lit up and doing abnormal stuff. I immediately removed the battery and I'm now letting the phone dry out. I hope it makes it. My last phone got wet once and recovered, I hope my Razr does, too.

In the meantime I wanted to change my Verizon cell service to my old phone, but wouldn't you know it, Verizon won't let me change phones because my company has set the preferences on my account to not allow substitutions of hardware. Nice!

Looks like I'll be incommunicado this weekend. Sorry ladies.