Now, I'm not usually a product pusher. Or a geek for that matter (not with the techie stuff anyway). But come on, this is pretty nifty. And way overdue, in my opinion.
Though, ok, I guess I'm in need of this more than most people. Seeing as how two out of my last 3 phones met with unfortunate water accidents. And actually, the third, I lost while out walking the dogs. But it was super wet out that morning, and I think the most likely story is that my phone fell out of my pocket in the dewy grass somewhere and died shortly after (because I kept trying to call it and got my voicemail). So I guess that's sort of a watery ending too.
The first was a total fluke. Dude, that phone was on a suicide mission, I swear. This is what happened. One night, I got thirsty and got some water. Drank about half and then left the cup on the floor next to my bed, went right back to sleep. Which is odd to begin with, I don't know why I put my water glass on the floor instead of the night stand, but I guess I was groggy. Anyway, my phone was on the night stand. So the next morning, I was reaching over to turn off my alarm clock, accidentally knocked over my phone and it landed, you guessed it, right in the cup of water. Which is crazy, seeing as how I could have tried to aim in that direction and thrown it for decades without ever making it in. Anyway, there went that phone. If I'd only had the Bheestie bag!!
Anyway, so then I got a new phone, and promply went for a swim with it in my pocket. Well, not intentionally. When Mia was a puppy, and I was still living in San Diego, we used to go out walking on Fiesta Island. Mia had a toss toy that she loved, and I'd throw it in the water, and when she was in the mood, she'd bring it back to me. When she wasn't, I'd just play with myself and run in and get it. (The little f'er -- she'd always seem like she wanted to play too, until any actual fetching became involved, so she'd fool me everytime). Anyway, this one time, I threw it too far, and the current was stronger than I'd expected too. Mia kept trying and trying to go out for it, but it'd keep getting farther and farther away. And I mean FAR. That poor dog swam like her life depended on it trying to get her toy back. And after a while, she just couldn't even see it anymore but she'd still keep swimming in the general direction hoping to run into it. I felt bad, and early on, before it was miles away (well, ok, maybe that's an exaggeration, but it was pretty darn far), I ran in to try to grab it. Well, anyway, that story doesn't end well, and it was a bad day for everyone. We never did get the toy. Poor Mia kept staring off into the distance for like half an hour before I could finally convince her to let it go. And I apparently had my phone in my pocket the whole time.
So of course, I'm ecstatic about the new Bheestie bag. Though they were saying on NPR that the old home remedy was to submerge your phone in a bowl of uncooked rice, and that sometimes did the trick too. I guess the rice absorbs the moisture. I wish I'd know that before I spent hundreds of dollars on buying crappy new phones (that I would then lose almost immediately).
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