Curse of the Clumsy

Two and a half weeks ago, my cell phone died. Amazingly enough, it was not because of something I did (which is shocking to those who know me). I have dropped every phone I have ever owned on the asphalt, cement or tile, a countless number of times. I've lost antennas, cracked cases and screens, and even broke one completely in half. I don't consider myself to be a clumsy person, but when it comes to phones, I have the worst of luck. Bad luck is one thing, but the story I'm about to share is more than bad luck, it's plain outrageous.

So after my phone died two and a half weeks ago, I bought a new one. A nice, pretty, red, new one. I took very good care of it. I hadn't dropped it once. Not even once! I'm washing my hands in the bathroom sink (I know you know where I'm going with this) and don't realize that my phone is slipping out of my jacket pocket. It falls out and lands on the counter top, but must have bounced a little because it cleared the lip of the sink and plopped right into the pool of water that had formed due to a slow drain. WHAT?!! Of course I yanked it out with cat-like reflexes, but unfortunately I just wasn't fast enough. Water had managed to seep in EVERYWHERE. I took it apart to let it dry out. It has been sitting in a bag of rice for the past two days and is almost completely dry, except for some water that got in the screen and it's taking its sweet precious time. Because my luck is so fantastic, I doubt the phone will work and I'll have to buy another one. Awesome. But before I do anything, I'm going to buy some Drano for my bathroom sink.