Today I was a bit distracted as I left school. My daughter had texted me a photo of our dripping ceiling and after I texted her a reply I tossed my phone into my purse and then headed out the school doors and into the parking lot, loaded my bags into my van, and drove home to investigate the ceiling situation.
I went to text Dan, only to discover that my phone was nowhere to be found. Not in my tote bag... not in my purse.... not in the small bag I used to carry my shoes home. I figured I must have imagined tossing my phone in the bag and assumed it was on the table in my office at school.
Tried Find My Iphone. No luck. Battery must have died.
About an hour or so later, Abby and I headed out to get Molly from play practice, and as I backed out of the driveway, I noticed a blotch of pink and purple lying in the snow in the driveway.
I experienced a moment of panic.
That pink and purple blob was my phone in its Otterbox case.
And I had just backed over it.
In case you don't know what an Otterbox is, the one I have looks like this:
And amazingly... my phone still works! The cold zapped the battery, but once it warmed up and charged a bit, it started right up and worked. The screen didn't even crack.
If I wasn't convinced of the greatness of the Otterbox before, I am now. I will NEVER leave my phone out of this case ever again.
This is my second near-disaster with this phone. The first one was last July when my phone, at that time in a cute Vera Bradley case, went for a swim after falling out of the back pocket of my jeans. I saved it that time by letting it dry in rice for three days. Perhaps if I had left it in the heftier case, the water would not have gotten inside the phone.
Perhaps I should be more careful with my electronic devices.
And zip my purse.
Disclaimer: I am not trying to sell you one of these. Otterbox did not sponsor my post. This story is true! :-)