Cell Phone

So Austin has officially become the second kid to leave his cell phone somewhere on the outside of the car. Roof, bumper, does it really matter where? When Jordan did it, he last remembered putting it on the roof. We drove all through the neighborhood, and even walked the ditches for a mile to no avail. Today, when Austin did it, he was in the vehicle in front of me and his phone was on that bumper. So I got to behold the beauty of his cell phone tumbling end over end, sparkling gloriously in the crisp fall air, before landing on the street in front of my car. At which point two things happened: One, it put on quite a show splitting apart into three different directions, and Two, I believe I actually heard my billfold gasp and give a little cry of pain. I turned my vehicle around so I could retrieve the phone and recover the sim card. Of course, the phone happened to be lying in the middle of a pretty busy street. Also, I was now on the other side of the median, from where the phone carcass was lying. I could see the phone actually looked like it might have survived. What I had seen splitting apart was actually the battery cover, battery, and the phone body. The phone body looked good to me and I was hopeful. Just as I was going to step out and get the phone, a truck came roaring through the intersection, swerved a little to line up with the phone, and ran it over. I kid you not, and I would probably stand in a court of law and tell you the driver knew exactly what I was doing, and exactly what he was doing. What an a#@! And after coming home I discovered that ATT customer service is closed on Sunday. So no resolution as yet. On the plus side, I do think I broke my number of swear words used in under 30 seconds record. So there is that...