I respectfully disagree iPhone Lady. A smoothie is food.
“Everyone knows a smoothie is in the food group.”
Silence.
“Are you suggesting it’s a type of water?”
* * *
After sending the children off to school, I tried to call my husband.
Putting the phone on speaker (as is my custom) — I noticed that it was very, very quiet.
Examining the itty speakers on the phone, a pink gooey substance clung on their bitty woofers.
Dear Mother of pearl, the smoothie.
With only 5 minutes till departure for Morgan County Primary, I made an error of epic portions — I handed my eight year old my phone to play a game.
I had fixed him a fruit smoothie for breakfast.
My phone had ended up in his smoothie. I knew it.
Everything seemed okay, till I plugged in a charger.
The smoothie immersed phone wouldn’t recognize the charger. After cramming every charger in the house into it’s backside — NOTHING charged my phone.
Have you ever been so mad you spit tears?
Late this afternoon, I had the above mentioned conversation with the iPhone Lady on the Apple hotline.
“What is wrong with your phone?”
“It won’t charge. Something is stuck in the port and I can’t clean it out.”
“Something is stuck in there?”
“Well, no. My son stuck it in a food sort of thing and I think there is residue in the port.”
“What?”
That’s when I got ‘Ma’amed” by the iPhone Lady and told I was screwed.
Any advice on how to talk to iPhone people?
And John if you read this blog post,
HAHAHAHAHAHA.
This is a total fabrication. What will I dream up next?
She told me that no one would talk with me for a service related question unless I paid $69 some odd dollars for protection not including water damage.
I was thoroughly confused at
Two things — Go get a new phone and then hide it from the children.
Hannah came home from school and announced I’m not to get another iPhone. She wants a certain kind that is better for her to text with.
Last week a similar accident has happened to my iPhone, but it was milk. Fortunately, my husband cleaned the port for me with a special liquid and an air compressor. Now it’s like new.
Oh, I think I can top this – last month while running the half marathon in Columbia, I was on a street that was so pretty, everything in bloom. So I reach into my race bag to get my phone/camera out- all sticky. One of my GU packets exploded (must have been the altitude change) UGH spent the next few miles scavenging something to wrap it in, then cleaned up with the complementary make-up removal wipe at the hotel.
Phone works (mostly) but the camera button is a little temperamental now.
EEewww GU. Glad it didn’t get stuck down in your port. I think mine is still on life support.