I got it 3 years ago when I first moved out to Boulder to be an intern between my junior and senior year of college (3 years ago).
I love this little phone.
I love that it isn't in color and can't take a picture.
I love that it lights up bright blue and can be used to spot my door's lock at night.
I love that it is completely silent when text messaging so that I can txt anywhere without embarrassment.
Yesterday I was doing laundry and talking to my mom on the phone. I was loading my towels into the machine with my right hand and using old lefty to hold the phone. Our conversation ended, I took the phone from my ear, pushed the little icon of a red phone and promptly threw it into the washing machine.
I stood there stunned and a little confused for a fraction of a second holding my dirty pink towel in my right hand before I realized what had happened.
Horrified, I dove straight into the washing machine, water up to my armpit attempting to reuses my little love.
I drew it out and frantically dried it off.
Heinous thoughts flew through my mind.
"I've lost all my numbers" and "I can't call grandma for Mother's day" and "I have no other alarm clock"
Much to my chagrin, the phone was unresponsive to any attempts at revival. I administered cell phone CPR by rhythmically pushing the power button and reinserting the battery. 15 reps on the button, 2 slow complete battery changes, 15 reps, 2 changes, 15 reps, 2 changes. Nothing but a flat lining of my hopes and dreams.
I came to the realization that my phone was gone.
At first I was depressed. This stage was agony. There was no light in the world, nothing made sense. The sky filled with gray clouds and I had to direction.
Next, I was angry. Why don't cell phone makers include a waterproof seal in their design?!?! Honestly, it wouldn't be that hard to make a rectangular rubber gasket that would lock out any potentially hazardous substance.
This morning I woke up and had accepted the loss.
I started to realize that maybe it was time to get a new phone anyway. The battery couldn't hold a charge longer than 6 hours, the screen sometimes would inexplicably go dark, or blank. I had no reception at Sarah's house.
I went in to circuit City on my break and lamented with the Verizon rep. She spelled out my options, none of which were really appealing. When I asked her about my numbers she sadly informed me that if I can't turn it on, she can't get my numbers.
I was morose, until...
She took the phone from my sad clutches and pushed the power button.
Miracle of miracles, the little blue light came on. My name popped up and my numbers were all there.
Little phone has returned to me.
I will never take it for granted again.
You really gain perspective when things like this happen.