Journal 125 - There's Melted Butter On My iPhone...
06-10-2010; 11:24 PM - DC Time
I have this theory… That NOTHING ever goes completely smoothly for me when it comes to international travel.
Normally it's just one, little thing, and it always gets resolved.
I thought that the $400 dollar bag fee that walloped me at the United check-in counter may have been the one today.
As it turns out, that was nothing, and there was a funnier incident to come.
That's right… Just like the title of this journal said -- I got melted butter ALL OVER my NEW iPhone.
"How in the Sam Hell did that happen?!?!" You might ask.
I personally would like to ask where the phrase, "Sam Hell" originated from -- because I'm mighty curious thinking about it now….
… Back to task, it happened because I saved a little butter thing from dinner to use for the snack we'll get in the morning. Not being able to easily reach my bag at the time, I just put it in the top of one of my fleece pockets.
The same pocket where my iPhone was, on the outside, and my new camera was, on the inside.
*Apparently,* I'm making a little more body heat today than I realized… And seals on butter containers aren't so seal-y at this altitude…
Because when I went to get my phone out to play some Mah Jong [I'm hopeless, I know!], I felt something wet in my pocket.
This causes me to have a mini-flip-out in my head, for the safety of my new phone and camera. Both are in cases, but my iPhone is still slightly more exposed. My worst fears are confirmed when I take my iPhone out of my pocket, and out of its case, to see wet, melted butter on essentially every side of it.
"Great… So now my phone is tasty…" <-- Honestly, my first, gut, snarky reaction.
I dried it off as best I could, with a non-buttery part of my fleece jacket ["Great, so now my jacket is buttery and delicious, too…" I thought.] - checked my case again, put everything back together, and then turned my phone on, praying.
It worked! So, while buttery, my new phone was not ruined. Hooray!
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In other random news, I'm apparently quite popular with guys on planes at this point in time.
One on this plane has tried to pick me up, too. Buwah ha ha!
We kept meeting eyes -- he finally stopped by me to chat with me. He gave me his card, told me to write. Then, I'm quite sure he tried to get me to go up towards his seat -- I declined, saying that I had work to do on my laptop. He said ok, and moved on.
Once I'd finished explaining what had just happened to one of the guys from our group sitting on the aisle seat across from me, and once we'd finished laughing, I said, "I suppose I'd better get my laptop out, and do what I told him I needed to be doing…."
Thus, how I started working on my journal 4 hours ago!!!!! *laughing*
Just thought I'd share some amusing Plane Anecdotes.
Love,
Moscow Kitty ; 11:36 PM
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PS - It's a good thing I did start working on my laptop -- when he walked back by me again about an hour ago -- squeezing my shoulder on his way -- he obviously saw me doing the work I said I had to be doing. Whew!
PPS - On to the last 16 Days In Moscow Journals! (As of 11:38 PM - DC Time.)
PPS - Scratch that, it's more like, the last 20 days… I apparently didn't finish Sochi!!!
PPPS - Checking in at 12:25 AM (DC Time) - We're 2 hours from Moscow, I still haven't stopped to try and sleep yet, and I still have just over 12 journals to finish… Argh!
PPPPS - Okay, it's 1:17 AM (DC Time), I got side tracked for the migration card, it's almost snack time, and my computer battery is almost out. That means it's time for me to sign off here. At least I've made something of a dent in things.
More love,
Moscow Kitty
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