So yesterday, my dad decided that he was too lazy to make dinner and instead wanted take-out. He also decided to drag me along with him. We went to the usual places to satisfy my entire family's food needs. Chick-fli-A for my mom and me (the irony, I know, but I got a meat-free salad) and Cane's for everyone else. By the time we got everyone's food the entire car floor at my feet was covered with food, so I had to hold five drinks. Stupid drink carriers that fast food restaurants give to hold drinks these days only holds four drinks, right? So I had to skillfully balance the fifth drink in the middle. I mean, COME ON fast food places of the world! A majority of the families in the world today have two parents and three kids! It's normal! Figure out how to make a fifth holder in there! Well, anyway, on the way home, my dad decides to make a sharp turn just to mess with me! And you want to know what happened? Five drinks spilled all over my phone! Apparently, putting it in rice in order to draw out the wetness doesn't work like it does when you spill water all over your phone. The sugar stays in there, so now my phone is on my desk with its poor, lifeless screen covered in sticky stuff. Every time I look at it, I just want to cry. It's pretty depressing. Thanks a lot, Dad. I hope you learned your lesson.
- Delanna
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