My phone may or may not ever work again and if it does, it is going to smell like a roasted chicken for the rest of it's existence. More explaining, I know. Well, you see, for dinner we had chicken. I left my phone on the table after I was done eating because my dad asked me to go grab something out of his car. My idiot sibling was too lazy to sort through the dishes and just swept everything into the big chicken pan (full of chicken juice) to carry them into the kitchen. she slid my phone in with them. She didn't bother to do the dishes right then either. So around ten o' clock I started looking for my phone because I use it as an alarm clock in the morning. I have terrible location memory sometimes so I couldn't remember that I had left it on the table. I had my (other) sister call my phone and I followed the sound into the kitchen. There, marinating in chicken broth, was my phone. EWWW. It had been in there for almost TWO WHOLE HOURS. I'm surprised even rang. The screen was just white, no color. I took the battery out and I am currently soaking the back cover in various cleaners and I wiped the rest of the phone down with multi-surface tile cleaner. It was the strongest stuff I could find. The phone still smells like chicken, though. You'd think that would be ok, right? Because chicken tastes good or whatever, but the chicken mixed with the plastic, mixed with tile cleaner makes me want to toss my cookies as far as they will go. I am so sad. My virtually physically indestructible phone was beaten by a delicious protein. I may never look at chicken strips the same again. I will probably be doing the dishes for the next couple of months just so I can make sure my idiot sister never does something like that again.
I miss my phone. :'(
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