Just My Luck

I have this awesome talent of killing things almost immediately after I get them. Mostly electronic things suffer at the grasp of my hands. On our way down to Lake Powell, we made a quick stop at the Beaver Chevron that has the GIANT chair out front. I went in to use their luxurious bathrooms (that was not sarcasm, they are hotel bathrooms inside of a gas station.) Well I had my digital camera strapped around my wrist so that I could try and force Nick to take a picture on the giant chair. I was nervous to take it into the bathroom knowing my history of electronics and water but there was just no time to waste. I go into my stall and carefully hang my purse up on the door hook, check my camera to make sure it is safely strapped and start to pull down my pants. In the process of this I hear something land in the toilet and automatically check the camera on my wrist. I turned to see what it was and there was my cell phone, in the mercy of the public bathroom toilet. To make matters worse it was an automatically flushing toilet and you know how unpredictable those are, you blink and they flush. So there I am, trying not to breathe or make any sudden movements but I knew I had to move fast or it would die by drowning. So there I am playing peek-a-boo with the toilet hoping that it doesn't swallow my phone whole. I reached in at the speed of lighting and yanked it out, so far it was safe. Now the only thing I had to hope for is that the water didn't fry its insides. Now my next dilemma, telling Nick. I have quite the record of killing phones by water so it was funny to me but I wasn't sure how it was going to be for Nick. Here is how it went down...

Me: Uhh, I sorta did something.

Nick: What? And do you want anything? We have to hurry.

Me: I uhh, I dropped my phone in the toilet. (Sad eyes looking totally sorry.)

Nick: Alright, are you going to get anything?

I guess this means he wasn't too concerned about it... Oh and I never got my picture on the big chair.