Friends Don't Let Friends Text and Walk

THE FOLLOWING IS SHARED ONLY AS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT. IT IS TO PROTECT THE TEXTING PUBLIC OUT THERE AND PROTECT THE HEALTH OF EXPENSIVE PHONES EVERYWHERE. ANY LAUGHTER CAUSED BY THIS ANNOUNCEMENT IS SIMPLY COINCIDENCE AND DOES NOT NECESSARILY REFLECT THE OPINION OF BLOGSPOT.COM

So I've been told that all runners fall at some time in their running careers. It is inevitable. They stumble on the sidewalk, a stone, or some other type of impediment that jumps right in their path. Well, yep, it has finally happened to me too. Little did I know that my falling experience as a runner would actually not involve running at all...

Let me 'splain...

Last week I was hurrying out of one meeting and running late to the next, per usual. Luckily, I had my trusty NEW phone on me so I could alert my admin assistant that I was running late to an interview with a graduate assistant candidate. I had just messaged her about it and was about to put the phone, in its pretty little pink case, back in my coat pocket when it happened. Down I went. Oh, I should mention that I was also holding a ceramic mug that I had received as a gift literally about 5 minutes before said fall occurred. It all happened so fast; my whole life flashed before me (okay, not really, but that just seemed like a cool thing to include right about here in the story...it could have happened! I'll make sure it gets in the movie script).

Anyway, what did happen was that the mug broke into like 10 pieces, cutting my hand a bit, and the palms of my hands that braced my fall got scraped up and were bleeding. But, the worst of the worst, the coup de gras of tragedies,if you will, my NEW phone in the cute pink case went flying...right out of its case and skidded face down on the pavement. Did I mention that it was a new Droid that was a Christmas present from my dear hubby? UGGHHHH!

Thankfully, no one was around to witness this scene, that I know of, so I was relieved about that. I braced myself as I picked up my phone and was faced with a crack that spidered all down the front. Oh crap, crap, crap, crap and crap!! (except that is so not what I said). A few expletives later, I pulled myself together and was grateful that I didn't break anything...other than the aforementioned mug and phone. My knee hit the pavement, but not hard enough to break the skin or rip my pants or anything. Phewwwww!!

So, word to the wise, don't walk and text! Your phone could be at risk!

Epilogue: By the by - my phone still works (even the touch screen) in spite of the beautiful spider crack that runs the whole way down the front. My hubby has offered to replace the screen for like $30, but so far I have declined his offer. I figure a cracked one gives me street cred.