My mother asked me to wash some clothes, simple enough. I picked up my mother's jeans and did a quick pocket check and threw them in the washing machine. I then threw in one of her work shirts, my jeans, a few of my shirts and a bra. I poured out the correct amount of liquid detergent, set it and forgot it.
I went back into my room and started at the computer screen while I tried to think of how to start my essay for English. About three hours later I remembered the laundry so I got up and trotted over to the bathroom/laundry room and moved the clothes in the dryer over to the mountain to deal with later. When I moved the last article of clothing in to the dryer I noticed a black lump in the washing machine. It was my mother's cell phone... I promptly swore and tried to turn it on in the hopes it was one of those wonder phones that can survive anything.
Needless to say it didn't work. I started towards the stairs and stared picturing the punishments I would endure because of this. I could just see my mother inflicted the look upon me as I climbed the stairs. I stood at the head of my mom's bed and took a deep breath.
"I am a bad daughter." I informed my mother who was barely awake.
"What?" was her responce.
"I killed your phone... I will go ground myself now."
"Your phone went through the washing machine."
My Mom looked at me and shrugged.
"I am not to worried about it... Go to bed."
So I did.
This is not the first time I have killed a phone. There was that time I fell in to a lake with my cellphone in my pocket... I have stepped on one of my old ones and destroyed the screen.
CELL PHONES BEWARE THE RAININATIOR!!! SHE SPELLS YOUR DOOM!!!