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The miracle cell phone

I bought a new cell phone last week. Or, rather, I got a new phone for free when we bought my husband Josh a new phone. Leave it to me to drop it in a toilet within ten days of getting it. I set it on the toilet tank with my sweaty towel at the gym. Having done my duty, I grabbed my towel, and, plunk, there it was in the toilet. Many of the keys stopped working. I couldn't even get to my voice mail or the phone's main menu. I was despondent (although not as despondent as I would have been if I hadn't flushed before dropping the phone).

But I had underestimated my new MIRACLE (TM) phone. With some sort of inexplicable vain hope (now I can't help but call it "faith"), I kept trying to use it every 20 minutes or so, and every time I used it, it had regained some of its powers. First, the voice mail key came back, then the 2, 5, and 8 number keys. Finally, three hours after the fateful accident, it had regained all of its functions. It's like new again. Ah, my amazing, self-healing phone.

I plan to sleep with this amazing miracle phone under my pillow to stave off the effects of old age. (I did just turn 25, after all. I need to start thinking about these things.) All this for the price of 2 for $50 (after the rebate)! Truly, this is a miracle. Thank you, Sprint.