Today I ran my cell phone through the wash.

It’s my business phone, and there were also major family coordination maneuvers happening tonight, so getting my phone dried and back into the action was a relief.

Then it dialed Jester’z–twice. That’s a great family-friendly comedy improv troop in Scottsdale, AZ. Now we know my phone has a sense of humor. None of the buttons worked, so I tore off the back and removed the battery before it could make reservations.

The next time I reassembled it, this phone took spy photos from the side pocket of my purse. Naturally, it soon announced its memory was full.

We could make analogies to the actions of people under stress, especially some who might need to dry out.

Anyway, if you need to contact me, this is the place. And if you receive a call from me today, be suspicious.


Text © Gwyn Nichols 2011