My alarm clock is my cellphone. I’ve become fairly adept and hitting snooze without opening my eyes. But this morning this strategy backfired…
I somehow managed to start my day by fumbling my cellphone into the glass of water on my nightstand.
I desperately tried to resuscitate it with a hairdryer. It was like a scene from ER, with me blowing air into the cellphone and shouting, “I’m not giving up on you!”
I performed emergency surgery, completely dismantling the phone (which always helps) and blow drying the individual pieces. But to no avail.
It was my cellphone’s time to go. So long, little RAZR. Do not go gentle into that good night.
