If you ever shake you head and wonder how it is some people always end up seeming to do *those* things that you never would, read the following Keng drama for your afternoon enjoyment (reprinted with permission from the Kengling):
Hi Jennifer,
So I accidentally flushed my phone down the toilet in the Chicago Airport. I was going to the bathroom like a good little girl before my flight boarded, and as I was standing up and turning around to see if the toilet was flushing correctly (since it was an automatic flushing toilet), my phone flew out of my Gap hoodie pocket and right into the swirling water just as it finished flushing. I had about half a second to process that the electronic light coming from the toilet bowl as my precious baby phone, and then it was gone. I think I freaked out for a good half an hour, and then I thought, y'know what, it's just a phone. All the numbers that I really need to get, I can still get them.
Hopefully I'll be able to get a working phone on Monday. Anyway, just wanted to let you know in case you try to call. In the meantime, there's always EMAIL!!! :) :) :)
What's one of *those* silliest things you've ever done? Myself, I have never been guilty of any such infarcations...
P.S. Thanks for the outpouring of input for Her Royal Highness. Tags should be got by the beginning of February (depending on my apartment excavation and relocation) and the final decision will be made then...
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My heart goes out to your sis. I, too, am guilty of such an airport crisis. I stupidly placed my bag in the sink in an airport bathroom, forgetting that the water automatically turns on. Needless to say, my bag became flooded, totally ruining my little brother's digital camera and putting my phone out of commission for a week. My brother forgave me, of course, but I still cut him a big 'ol check for the loss. So sad. :( I later learned that had I placed the camera in a bag of rice, the rice would have absorbed the water, therefore salvaging the camera. Who knew?? ;)
I once put about 100 papers on the top of my car. They were my recipe manual for my cookies class. There were so many that I just couldn't staple them together and putting them in a binder just seemed like so much work. When I drove off with all of those papers on my car, I thought, as they flew about in the wind in my rear view mirror, that binding them would have been time well spent.
Placing my cell phone in my backpocket when entering the bathroom, I re-enacted your sister's cell phone incident minus the entire flushing ending. Thank you, Stathis Mathis, for posting your cell phone saving tips that revived my cell phone (after 30 hours of IC worry).
It was a birthday miracle.
I once showed up to the airport 24 hours after my flight had left.
Another time I bought a ticket without realizing that it had me flying into Newark NJ and then flying out of one of the NYC airports an hour and a half later. I didn't make that flight either.
Indeed, when the roommate's phone submerged in (clean... well, relatively) water she came screaming out for my help... I was bewildered as to what I was supposed to do, never having had the experience, but directly because of Kengling's post we were able to immediately Google "what to do cell phone toilet" and solve the problem...
Yeah, both pleasure trip tickets I bought last year were inadvertently purchased to leave a day early (and thus I missed Kelly Clarkson... I still mourn); an oversight only noticed by the Kengling who pointed both instances out. Thanks, Kengling. Mama Keng also admitted to doing the same for Kengling's Thanksgiving ticket, flying her into Rochester the day AFTER the holiday... Genetics I say! At least we all make some great wontons...
what? did i go from baby to kengling? hmmmm....yes, i made some wontons last night and they indeed were good :)
Please read my latest blog entry for my most recent silliest thing.
That's nothing compared to the time I was setting up couches for Relief Society and, late for sacrament meeting, I went sprinting down the hall in my four inch black heels (which I subsequently have bequeathed to my roommate) and not only slipped and went flying but took out a poor unsuspecting BYU boy with me on my way to the ground. He very unwillingly cushioned my fall. I then had a baseball-sized swollen ankle for weeks afterwards. Be grateful you weren't trying to push the car in heels.
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