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Originally Posted by Kandyapple
Anyway once the boat came back to the harbor I tried calling my cell when the music was turned down, and I ended up hearing it. It was in some messed up guy’s pocket. But it was funny because I thought he was sitting on it, so I asked him to stand up, and he just kept patting his shirt trying to turn it off, and acting stupid like he didn’t' know what the sound was. Eventually some chick said something to him in I assume Vietnamese and he gave it back. But I was pretty choked the intire night.
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Hahaha, that reminds me of something that happened to me a couple months back. I ended up convincing a few of the girls to come drink after we closed up the restaurant. It was a bad night haha. Somehow this phone wound up in my pocket so I asked everyone at the table if it was their phone. I guess I put it in my back pocket and forgot about it. At the end of the night, the girl I'd been dancing with was looking for her phone so we all started looking while calling the phone. We kept hearing it but couldn't find it so I went to check the dancefloor. All these drunk girls kept following me around for a good 5 minutes until the girl who lost her phone finally reached into my back pocket and pulled out her phone.
Later that night we decided to go hot tubbing. By this point, I was running on autopilot. At some point in the night, I got a phone call and grabbed my phone from my pants next to the hot tub and sat back in the tub to talk (naked in the winter up here isn't fun...). When the conversation was over I closed it and apparently forgot I was in a hot tub and not wearing any clothes because I reached down and put it where my pocket should have been. Found at the bottom of the hot tub the next morning completely fried.
Phone karma?