My poor cell phone

Picture this:

I leave a store this afternoon, with Katarina in tow, and I call Kelly to see how the baby is doing and if I need to hurry home. I prop the phone between my ear and shoulder as I try to pull out the keys to the car with one hand and drag Katarina along with the other. Katarina pulls on my hand and I turn slightly to look at her, causing the phone to slip from its precarious position.

(Picture this next part in horrifying slow motion)
My phone plummets to the hard pavement and rebounds with the force of impact. The bounce sends the phone straight to a nearby sewer drain where it teeters for less than a second and slips straight between the bars to splash into the fetid water below. I scream "NOOOOO!!!" and drop to my knees next to the drain.

I know every second is of the essence, so I drop all my stuff and bend to lift off the drain cover. Uuuuummmph.... wow they make those things heavy. So I hop to my feet and use all the leverage I can get to pry it off. I set it to the side and look hopelessly down into the drain. It's too far to just reach in and grab my phone with my hand. I consider all my options. Obviously, I would prefer to have as little of my body in contact with that awful water as possible.... but it seems that I will have to both stand in the water and then submerge my hand to pick up the phone. Ewwwww. Just then I remember my blessedly long toes and rather strange talent of picking things up with them. Jackpot. So I pull of my shoe, roll up my pant leg, and quickly extract my phone. I have to dry it off with the burpcloth in my diaper bag (maybe I'll burn that later) and use every drop of hand santizer I have to try to get a clean feeling back on my body.

My phone is able to limp along until we get back to Utah and the verizon salesman we worked with.
So, all I can say is, thank goodness for insurance on cell phones!