Goodbye, sweet Blackberry Pearl. I didn’t mean to kill you. But your loss won’t go un-noted. For you see, I will make you immortal in my blog. Alongside a picture of the little whelp who was at the scene of the crime. For you see, when running into the water with a cell phone in one’s pocket to catch up to an enthusiastic five-year-old with an over-inflated view of her swimming prowess, some collateral damage is to be expected.
Some things to note: the phone is configured with SEVERAL indicators to keep it’s own honest as to its demise. The battery, the inside edge of the phone, and even the electronics itself are set up to say to prospective store managers: “If this guy answers the question of how the phone died with ‘I don’t know,’ punch him in the belly and take his phone away.”
Another thing to note: EVERYONE has a remedy idea for this problem. In my case, the phone was too far gone. But the remedies I heard were:
- Use a hairdryer – tried.
- Stick it in a bowl of rice overnight – tried.
- Dip the whole phone in rubbing alcohol – didn’t try.
- Throw it in the freezer – didn’t try.
Finally, the folks at T-Mobile, my carrier, were all very nice. They didn’t laugh much, nor make me feel stupid. They just gave me options. I’m off to visit my neighbor (turns out the manager of the nearest T-Mobile store lives in my factory building), and she’ll hook me up with a new phone.
No, no Apple iPhone for me. Everyone asks. I like it. It’s shiny. I don’t really need it. My next idea phone will be a Nokia N95, or, if the future gets amazing quickly, something that adds the Nokia’s super video camera to a full QWERTY keyboard.
UPDATE: I got another Pearl
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