ribbit makes a nice ringtone

A few months ago TG had to go to the AT&T store and get me a new phone.

My old one was acting stupidly.

(We always take whatever phone is free and so this time was no exception and I got a flat shiny black square-ish model with no bells, no whistles, only buttons so small I can barely see them.)

But I rarely text and in truth I don't like to talk on the phone and I only have one so that my kids can get ahold of me.

Or in case I have a flat tire or run out of gas or have engine trouble.

Also so that TG and I call each other throughout the day, wherever we may be.

At any rate when TG told the people at the AT&T store a few months ago that my phone couldn't hold a charge for more than a half hour and dropped ninety percent of my calls, they accused me of using a different charger than the one provided with the phone.

Which I never did. But I wasn't there to defend myself! Because I won't go near the AT&T store. Beyond that point be monsters!

Then they opened the phone up and checked for the red dot that shouts, "This customer dropped their phone into water and now they're trying to make you give them a new phone even though it's their own sorry careless fault!"

But there was no red dot because I hadn't dropped my phone into water.

Yet.

So anyway, today I'm talking to Audrey on the phone and I'm simultaneously walking around the pool -- here I will thank you not to snicker because yes, I have the ability to do both at once -- when I see what is maybe the tiniest frog in existence, floating in the pool.

And I immediately know I want to take his little picture and make him famous!

Only, he's getting dangerously near the intake opening after which he'd end up caught in a white plastic basket and I don't touch that basket because there are always bugs in it.

So, still talking to Audrey, I hustle around to grab the skimmer which is on a pole about fifteen feet long, and I trot back over to where the frog ...

... was.

But he'd gotten sucked into the vortex which deposits stuff into the basket and he was gone.

Thinking maybe he'd only just entered the space and hadn't actually gone down into the basket yet -- it had only been a few seconds! -- and still talking to Audrey, I leaned over and used the skimmer to sort of nudge the water near the intake, hoping he'd float back out.

And that's when my phone leapt out of my hand and went into the drink and landed on the slant and within moments was on the floor of the pool, in the deep end.

Wondering what Audrey would think had happened to me -- I had been after all in mid-sentence -- I frantically pushed the skimmer net down, down, down on its long pole and although I could touch my phone, nothing I did availed to bring it back to the surface.

But its screen still glowed!

I emailed Audrey and told her what had happened and asked her to call her dad and tell him I need a new phone.

He came home not long after that but you wouldn't believe how many times during that few hours I reached for my phone! To call one of my kids and gab with them! Only I couldn't!

Anyway after ribbing me about sending my phone to Davy Jones' locker, TG fished said device out of the deep end and retrieved the frog from the basket.

Both were dead.

At this writing funeral arrangements are incomplete.

That is all.

Happy weekend!

Comments

[Mari]

Well - I guess you succeeded in getting a picture of said frog. Better late than never?

[Glenda]

I am absolutely positive that you can walk around the pool and talk on the phone at the same time! However, you sorta' pushed even your limits when you added the third task of scooping out the poor dead froggie.

You will need pics of the funeral. And, B T W, I know a wonderful funeral photographer.

Contact me!!................G.

[Donna (Texas)]

Hahahaaa.....omg.....Two things at once, ok....Three things? Nope....Where do I send funeral bouquet?
hughughugs

[irene]

Oh dear, At&T will be looking for that red dot again. Sorry to hear about your losses. I had no doubt that you could do more than one thing at a time. Talking on the phone is most demanding. Keep well, sweet thing.