Rice! everyone said. Sure, I know, but our beach house pantry was packed with everything except rice. So I did the next best thing: I disassembled the phone and used my hair dryer.
Yeah! the phone still worked! Then it didn't. The next day it resurrected! Then it died.
One dead phone, for sure.
So, last Friday Joe took Nicholas' phone, went to to the Verizon store, spent an hour wheeling and dealing, and once the dust settled ... I had a new iPhone.
Evidently, Nicholas was due for a free upgrade next month, so until then Joe transferred Nicholas' number to my very basic cell phone and (unbeknownst to me) used the opportunity to get me an iPhone 5 for Christmas.
Friday night during dinner my Christmas stocking (hung by the chimney with care) started ringing. And kept ringing until I figured out what was going on.
Merry Christmas to me!
Funny how things work out sometimes. Beach football + Nicholas and his cell phone landing in the Atlantic Ocean = new iPhone 5 for me.
Funny math, to be sure, but I like it.
P.S. And just so you don't think poor, poor Nicholas was cheated out of a new cell phone, he will get his free upgrade next month.