05.06.08 The Party You Are Trying To Reach Is An Idiot

I was, um, taking a rest in the restroom at the Nashville airport somewhere on concourse C when my wife called wondering why I wasn’t at baggage claim just yet.  I ignored the call because I didn’t want to be that guy - the guy who talks on his phone in the restroom.  She called again.  I once again ignored it.  Then again.  I answered, explained the reason for my tardiness in a hushed voice and hung up.

You know, those phones are slippery suckers.  And I’m a manly man.  I must have pressed that little red button awfully hard because - SLIP - out of my hand went the phone and - PLUNK - into the product of my resting it plunged.

I went in after it and, after much antibacterial-wipe-ing, I plugged it in and got no happy little green charging light.  It’s dead.  My $19-with-a-2-year-contract phone is dead.

So if you’ve been trying to reach me...you might go the e-mail route for a few days.