I did not disappear, well, not truly, only temporarily into the morass of normal life, but I have reemerged to regale you all with a hilarious tale of an iPhone.
We had a holiday, Jesus did something two thousand years ago which gave us a holiday, and it was sunny, miracle of miracles so we got a group together and went hiking. It had, unfortunately, snowed almost a foot and a half the night before. No joke, down to almost 11100m in MAY. Anyway. We hiked, it was sunny, la de dah, and then we were ambling down the other side of the mountain.
I was completely distracted, rambling on about something, stepped onto a small wooden bridge built across a cow road grate, of course, slipped immediately onto my ass, and flew across the bridge into the puddle at the other end. Sopping wet, laughing, I glance around from my lofty ass first vantage point and discover an iphone.
Dripping wet, but still functional, yet, a 3G iphone, chilling, in the middle of the path, in the middle of a creek made of melted snow. We eyed it for awhile, white case with an I love Monkeys type theme on the back, funny creepy zoombie cartoon background, locked. I take it with me, waiting for someone to call, and we head off down the mountain.
Next day, lo and behold, it rings! They’re coming back in two days, completely non-pulsed that it was A. found and B. functional, but still very grateful. Only in Switzerland would someone NOT be shocked the phone that was dropped into the snow on a mountain exists….
They arrive, in a lexus convertible. two seater nonetheless, a beautiful ivory type color. A dad, and his very happy 12 year old boy, we trade smiles, an iphone, one bottle of wine, 20 francs, and a lot of laughs about sliding, and some comments about wetness.
That kid truly was blessed, because only I would be the one to slide ass first across the bridge, which was the ONLY way that damn thing would have been found. Five more minutes and the poor thing might have drowned.
Happy stories all around 🙂