A familiar story said:
Before the story: he drowned his phone, he wanted to take it to repair and therefore always carried it with him in his backpack. And to be connected, I bought myself exactly the same.
He returned home from work, crossing the road, and there the street is so dark, narrow, a great place for a hop-stop.
Well, of course, two bodies are submerged to him, in each of them a shoe, all as it should be!
Well, according to the standard scheme "there is a phone with a camera and a bluetooth to call!?!? to
And a friend says a day worked out tired was, suddenly remembers the drowned phone, says, "Oh, how did you go, yes!" and climbs into the wallet. And the roses of these happy are immediately becoming!
Well, he gets the phone, squeezes and swirls it across the road!
The phone falls on the sidewalk and flies into a bunch of pieces that fly in different directions! And while the phone was flying and getting closer to the ground, in the eyes of these two guys was a picture of great disappointment and despair, straight as if the ring of omnipotence fell into the fire lava)))
Well, while they wandered and wandered, he gently stood between them and calmly arrived at home!