Let's just start with the recent boneheadedness and eventually work back to birth.
I'm out in the chicken yard replacing a leaky all-weather faucet. Good old Kay (my
B7800) is sitting beside me faithfully waiting to drag out the mud after the job is finished. Have the awesome idea of enjoying some tunes on my brand new, shiny Blackberry while I'm diggin out the old faucet and plumbing in the new one. Don't want to get the phone muddy so I sit it on the tractor's grill guard and fire up some Rolling Stones.
I'm diggin' and jammin'! Life is good. Singin' along, "
Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name"
New faucet's in and the plumbing's holding tight. It's a great day to be alive. Still humming, "
what's been troublin' you is the nature of my game" I hop onto the tractor and start smoothing out ground. Dragging the bucket in float position.
All done!
Go to open the gate and it hits me like a cartoon piano drop. Phone. New work phone. Company phone. Touchscreen. Cr@p!!!
Frantic pocket check to see if my IQ is higher than I suspect... and no. It's not.
After kicking through chicken poop and mud for a few minutes there it is. Screen completely destroyed.
Oddly enough... it turned on! And it worked to make a phone call. The screen was shattered but it still worked!!! Awesome!! Don't have to tell the boss about needing a new phone due to "unforseen circumstances." All I've gotta do is replace the glass, and how had can that be, right?
You guessed it.
Killed the dang phone trying to fix it. It could withstand the tractor plowing over it, but me trying to do electronic surgery was just too much.
How bout another good thread idea: Ways I've come up with to p!$$ off my wife. So many stories!!