Tramps Like Us

It always seems that the nicest weather is somehow reserved for weekdays, when those working NineToFives are held captive behind penned desks. This weekend's storms were wickedly torrential, and Friday night I paid dearly for my stubborn determination to run outside when my iPod became a victim of sweeping windy waves of rainwater. I thought it would be safe in my coat's pocket, but by the time I made it home, the iPod was just as waterlogged as my soaking clothes and shoes. After making a couple gasping blips and bleeps, it seemed to have bought the farm but my mom made a suggestion that has apparently received some positive buzz in motherly circles. So the iPod now sits in a bag of rice on my kitchen counter. Supposedly it is supposed to spend at least 3 days in this repose before any attempts are made to resuscitate it.



I'm crossing everything you cross when you hope something like this works.