I left my cell phone in my pants pocket last night and — to use the passive in an attempt not to cast blame, particularly upon myself — it got washed. Friends have pointed out that it is now a very clean cell phone. It is also, unfortunately, dead. (My friend Tracy, who has worked for years in the cell phone industry, suggested, as a last ditch effort: brushing it with alcohol, then putting it in the oven at no more than 125 degrees for a few minutes, then placing it in dry rice. I’m trying that, but even he doesn’t hold much hope. We’re talking spin cycle, people.)<\/p>\n
I posted a very brief status update on my Facebook page that sounded a bit like a haiku. So now I am posting a real haiku as part of Poetry Friday. If you, too, have destroyed your cell phone and feel like writing a haiku about it, leave one in the comments. Here’s mine:<\/p>\n
soggy little cell
\nwashing machine waterloo
\nmy life on a SIM<\/p>\n
And, heck, here’s another.<\/p>\n
cell awash once more
\nat least it’s not an iPhone
\nUncle Ben can’t help<\/p>\n
Poetry Friday this week is hosted by Becky and Becky’s Book Reviews<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I left my cell phone in my pants pocket last night and — to use the passive in an attempt not to cast blame, particularly upon myself — it got washed. Friends have pointed out that it is now a … Continue reading