Lord Love a Duck. Or Not.

So, this happened.

I had a big day at work ahead of me.

I work in the automotive technology space and we were planning an announcement via a media call with journalists from around the world. The announcement was centered on an automated driving partnership — the hottest space in tech right now. That just means a lot of people would be paying attention.

I slept with my phone next to my bed in case something changed over-night. We were planning a call with global media for 7:00 a.m., so I needed to be in the office at 6:30 a.m. I was up, ready for a great day.

Dressed and ready I headed downstairs with my trusty companion, my black lab, Mabel. I let her out and then I noticed them. The ducks.

We are blessed to have a pool in our back yard. Currently, however, we have an ongoing power struggle with a pair of Mallards, who would like to set up camp in our pool. Ducks and their leave-behinds do not create a healthy environment for a pool…well if you want to swim in clean water that is.

And there they were, those stubborn squatters. Mabel and I headed down to scare them away. They left with a few angry, put-out quacks.

I could have just walked away.

But then I saw it.

A lone duck feather, floating in my beautiful, clean pool. Of course, I had to remove it. So, I bent down.

And then I heard it.

Plop. Plop. Fizz. Fizz. (Only this was not a relief. For you millennials, look up old Alka-Seltzer commercials.)

Both of my phones- one for work and one for personal- decided they needed an early morning swim.

Some well-phrased expletives quickly left my mouth. I asked Mabel for help. Panic set in. You know when seconds feel like m i n u t e s? The pool skimmer was no help. I had no option. I had to strip down to my skivvies.

It was in broad daylight, but thankfully still around 5:45 a.m.

So, in my bra and underwear, with my nice, thoughtfully put-together work outfit and the dog watching, I retrieved my phones.

I quickly dressed, threw the phones in a bag of rice and went to work.

One lived, one died.

The Apple iPhone 6 didn’t survive. But kudos to Apple iPhone 7 — she is sea worthy! I learned after that phone is water-resistant. She is still ticking — thankfully. I only had to hold one small, farewell ceremony for my personal phone. So long sweet friend. I’m sorry you met a watery death. I’ll be more careful with your replacement. And also, being almost-naked in the backyard.

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