Like many bloggers, in the closing days of this year, I am reflecting back on the months. Successes, disappointments, frustrations, and a lot of laughter, too. It’s all there. But I was also tried to recall a single moment that really stood out from the rest.
My memory jogged back to the T-mobile store a couple months ago, and I shuddered.
As the sales guy wrestled my phone open to replace my fried SIM card, a shower of dog hair floated from the phone’s guts to the countertop.
How does dog hair get INSIDE my phone? Does she secretly make calls on it late at night? In that moment, I felt my face burning. Dog hair? Inside my phone? Who has dog hair inside their phone?
I do, apparently.
The embarrassment was quickly followed by surrender. I own a Bloodhound. I’m with her almost all day, every day… so now there’s dog hair covering this man’s work station. Apologize profusely.
Still, as I cast about for a MOMENT, why did this one come to mind first? I don’t have an answer, but…
1. This moment wasn’t symbolic of this year. ( I hope not!)
2. This will never happen again (because I will slide the cover off myself and blow out the dog hair before I return to T-mobile).
3. If I worked there, fixing people’s cell phones all day long, I wonder where dog fur would rate on the scale of gross phone moments?
PS- In Frankie’s book, the Wisdom of the Buddhist Bloodhound, there’s no mention of Smartphones, but plenty of humor.