A Tragedy

I love my iPhone.

It's sleek.

It's cute.

It does everything.

I never leave home without it.

Except for today.

Want to know why?

Because it's sitting in a bowl.

On my kitchen counter.

In a bowl of rice.

Because last night, I did the unthinkable.

I let it slip out of my hands,

and into the bathtub.

oh. my. word.

It was only in the water for a second.

Apparently I have cat-like reflexes,

because I moved fast.

Seriously.

I immediately ran to the kitchen,

not even thinking,

because I had heard many stories

about the rice method proving successful.

The rules:

Don't push any buttons on the wet phone.

Remove it from its case immediately.

Shake it to remove any excess water,

and dry it on a towel (or, ahem, your t-shirt).

Place the wet phone in a bag (or bowl) of dry rice.

Cover.

Leave it for a day.

Or several days.

Depending on how long it spent taking a swim.

I followed the rules, and hope that this pays off.

These things are supposed to be resilient, right?

I feel like my right arm is missing today.