Stupidity 101

Lost Phone

Okay, so R and T have some serious issues wiht phones...and phone accesories. Sure we're like any other teen girls, losing our phones and all, but we take it to a new level.

So lets start with T smashing the back of her I-phone! It started one day at school (btw, we're at different schools now, T and R) when T spotted her friend, and obviously she just HAD to go taser her, so she could...well scar her. Well, it worked. A little too well that is!

Her friend whipped around faster than you could say ha-your-phone-is-going-to-die-now (okay, thats pretty long but whatever) and obviously decided to smack my hand. Yes. Smack my hand, why don't you! That will totally save you from any impending doom.

Any ways, what she didnt realize was that T was holding her phone in that SAME HAND! So obviously, with gravity...and shit...it fell. And shattered. It was a depressing moment, well not really, because T in all her glory didn't realize it smashed until 2 periods later. She's not, what you would call observent...

But this is not all she has done. This happened today actually, funny story...ish. Kinda sad actually! BUT ANYWHO! T was getting off the bus, you know, excited to be home after an hour and a half bus-ride, with her music and all! Little did she know that her headphones had ended up getting ripped out of her phone and onto the road.

She of-course noticed that the music stopped playing a little later, so she turned around (panicked) to see her headphones on the road. She quickly went to grab it, but then realized that the bus had started up again, so to save her precious life she ran to the side walk, with a fearful expression on her face, while she started at her headphones, waiting for the impending doom.

The bus starts to move forward, and the first set of wheels drive over-wait. NO! THEY MISSED :) Elated T starts doing this weird fist pump tribal yell in the middle of the side-walk. A little to early too, for literarlly after that the second pair of wheels decide to drive over them.

It was sad. And there was this old lady watching the entire thing, and she laughed at T. LAUGHED! Gee-thanks.

Moving on from T's depressing phone moments, lets talk about R.

So we were having an old school reunion (middle-school) thing, in the school we went to last year. So obviosuly T and R were really excited and pumped up, and being high-schoolers and everything teachers treated us like we were apart of the crew. (what crew...i have no idea)

BUT! We were sent on an errand to get them drinks from the local super-market, and obviously R, extremly excited and everything does a cart-wheel.

It wasn't untill we reached the market that R realized that she's missing her phone. Obviously we think back to the cart-wheel, and we hurry(ish) back to look for it.

Lets say, she must have done some gymnastic tumbling routine, because the phone was NO WHERE to be found, and trust me, the field, or that area of the field IS NOT THAT BIG.

She got it back eventually, after a very awkward and uncomfortable phone call with the secretary... it ended with a "_(name)_!? Oh! I remember you...!". And an intellegent response of "Oh...yeah...um, cool."

R has also drowned her phone in water (she refuses to give out any details) and has dropped it in a parking lot whilst walking to a class. Her dad picked it up for her, and then gave a lengthly speech about zipping up pockets, which she, of course, still doesn't do. (haha...oops?)

Yes, R and her phone have had many a fun adventure, but I believe the very first one, that started everything, occured when she was entrusted with her dear mother's cellular device. Don't trust me with your phones guys. Really, don't.

My parents went away for a couple of days, and I was staying with...relatives. To get to and from school, I had to take public transit. Keep in mind, this was the first week I've done so (the first DAY resulted in my three-and-a-half hour excursion -on the wrong bus- to a -not so nearby- GO station) and I was entrusted (again...mistake?) with a HUMONGOUS (yes, that is the right spelling...i checked) back board. So obviously, my brain was otherwise occupied. Primarily, with keeping my hands from smacking other passengers with a big, white piece of plastic cardboard, and making sure that I actually TOOK said big, white piece of plastic cardboard off the bus with me.

What I failed to forsee was my mom's phone slipping out of my pocket and onto the previously occupied seat.

We got billed for 60 3-minute calls to Jamaica.

...or maybe it was 3 60-minute calls...