“Why I have a cellphone that is Certified.”
Saturday, June 19, 2010 at 10:18pm
Today, we went to the meat market for some freshly ground beef and such. As I got out of the car, my phone went flying out of my hand and bounced on the ground (i.e., I dropped it, Julie-style). My husband just shook his head and laughed at me as I retrieved it. Up the stairs of the wooden farmers porch we go, with me asking him if he’s glad I still provide such fine entertainment after all these years. As we go into the store, whoops, I did it again, but much, MUCH better, this time!
My phone, in the process of me trying to put it and the keys into my purse, once again FLEW out of my hand. I saw the battery cover skid to a stop on the floor of the store. But where was the rest? Between the farmers porch and the store was a 2″ gap and about 18″ below, we could see my phone, peacefully awaiting rescue. Crawling under the porch was impossible, it was too low, and the phone was about 12 ft from the nearest edge. Now I was in a pickle. The cashier said they’ve had people drop keys, but my cell phone was a first. I guess it takes a lot more talent. No?
My glorious husband, after about 10 minutes of using a borrowed broom handle, fished out my phone, and handed it to me…sans battery. “Crap.” That was me. We located the cell battery with a flashlight, at least we THOUGHT it might be the battery. One 10′ long piece of electrical conduit, dirty towel, strange glances, and cut knee later, my even more glorious hero-husband, got my battery back for me. I blew most of the dust off my scratched up phone, put it back together and, against my husband’s recommendation, turned it on. It worked, as I knew it would. That is because I ONLY will have a cell phone that is certified to Military Standard 810F for dust, shock, vibration, temperature extremes, blowing rain, humidity, low pressure and solar radiation. It’s ’cause I’m such a klutz, I guess. Oh, well.”