Thursday, April 06, 2006

At the boat dock

This evening we went down to the dock after supper (fried fish caught last night from this very dock). Wick fished, and I sat and rocked and watched the ducks, geese, and one lone swan swimming around our cove. He bent over to pick up a pair of pliers, and I was reminded of another evening spent at the dock.
Wick has been fishing. He stood up, heard a plop in the water, and thought it was a fish. Then he realized his cell phone was no longer on his belt; it must have fallen into the water. He walked up to the storage barn and brought back a leaf rake to fish around for the cell phone with.
Being the foresighted person he is, and having learned his lesson, he took his reading glasses out of his shirt pocket and put them on a chair. Then he lay down on the dock to fish out his phone. He accidentally kicked out with his foot and knocked the chair, and his glasses, off into the water with the cell phone. He finally decided he would have to get into the water to find the phone and his glasses. He forgot to take his tennis shoes off.
I was not there to witness this series of events. I found out about it when I came home, walked into the door, and found a cell phone hanging from a bungee cord attached to an air conditioning vent in the ceiling, and my blow dryer nearby.
Next day we took the phone to the phone store. Did he tell the nice lady behind the counter what had happened? No. She said what seems to be the problem?
He said I don't know. Yesterday it was working fine, and today it lights up but won't ring or make a call.

He still had to pay th fee for a replacement phone.
But he is a little more careful with his belongings when he fishes from the dock. Last night he carefully put his glasses on the dock so they wouldn't fall out of his pocket. Then he stepped on them.

1 comment:

Diane said...

I think Wick's luck runs about like mine. I went fishing last Thursday, and I was paranoid the whole time about dropping my cell phone in the water. But I didn't lose the cell phone........No, I had my pocket knife in the breast pocket of my shirt........and when I bent over.....Plop!! In the water it went, probably never to be seen again, LOL. ;)
I'm glad I'm not the only one like that, :).