Recharging cell phones brings with it the realization that everyone seems to call during that period. The device can run for 24 hours per day. No one calls.
Yet, the very minute that the power cord becomes attached... ring, ring.
Sitting on a toilet brings with it the realization that everyone seems to call the cell phone during that period. The device can run for 24 hours per day. No one calls.
Yet, the very minute that the cheeks hit the plastic yoke and the little brown worm pokes out from the little hole... ring, ring.
Munching on a nice sandwich seems to perk up the pyschos that call. The device can run for the hours that you are between caloric fixes. No one calls.
Yet, let the incisors slice deep into the sandwich beef meat and the peanut butter explodes onto the roof's mouth... ring, ring.
The counteraction technique to these little life quirks is Converge Therapy. Plug the cell phone into the shaver plug. Sit on the crapper. Munch on lunch. And, no one calls.
1 comment:
You've just described a modern variation of Murphy's Law, except this time it's strictly self-inflicted.
After all, most cell phones these days are small enough to flush down that toilet, neh?
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