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It was a very cold, very snowy and very very windy day. University classes were cancelled (which almost never happens) and I was on a rampage. Early that afternoon I had visited a computer lab at the school and shortly after walking outside into the snow, I dropped my cell phone. I didn't realize it until I got to the car. Then a part of me remembered hearing something weird when I had first got outside. I figured it must have been my phone, so I went back. There was 8-12 inches of snow on the ground in some spots and two students were using snow blowers to clean the sidewalks. I searched and searched and then all of a sudden I hear a "what the heck" come from one of those students. The snow blower made a funny noise and my cell phone went flying through the air at exponential speeds. Slamming back into a snow bank, my phone laid there wet, cold, and barely scratched. How did this happen? Why is there not more damage I wondered? Of course I wanted to be able to call my parents and tell them before my phone died that I would not be going home that weekend because the weather was too bad. I couldn't see the number I was dialing and the phone had no picture at all, but it dialed and my mother answered. She said, "Hell"... (and what I figured was supposed to be HELLO) and the phone was dead. I figured, "Hell", what a great description of what my phone just went through...
The end. I have many many more cellular phone stories... many of which are with that same phone.
8 years and no bags of crap... heartbroken so many times