My Phone's Return From The Brink


Allow me two paragraphs you tell you the tale of a clumsy 30 year old guy. Monday afternoon while flying home from a 10-day vacation out west, Marieta and I found ourselves with a 40 minute layover at Denver Int'l Airport. In that short window I decided to stop by the bathroom and take care of some business. While I was washing my hands my cellphone -which I was precariously holding against my chest with my jaw- slipped into the sink, half full of water. As my phone fell to its death I yelled a rather nasty expletive quite loudly, upset that I had sent a rather young, and not cheap, cell phone to certain death.  See I've been in this situation before, 13 years ago I dropped my cell phone in to a bucket of water and ZAP! It was toast. 

That's how this story should have ended but the design mavens at LG must have sprinkle some fairy dust on this pocket sized computer as it survived a 6 second dip. That's right, my LG Viper looked the angel of tech-death in the eye and said "NO! I'm not done with him yet!" and returned, no worse for wear from its near death experience. I've seen tests of the Google Nexus and the iPhone 4s taking baths and surviving but I was pretty certain my Viper was not of that standard of craftsmanship. LG and I have issues, and while this incident did not clean their slate with me, I am extremely grateful for my phones second lease on life. It would have been a rather unpleasant flight from Denver to Des Moines were I forced to tell my wife my $200 (MSRP) phone was toast. 

Thank you LG, Thank you.

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