Drinking coffee and texting are two of my favorite pastimes.
On Tuesday I learned they don't mix.
This morning, in the predawn hours in Shafter, a small town in California's Central Valley, my inner klutz took over.
After getting a cafe mocha at Starbucks (they open at 4:30a in these parts!) I managed to spill the entire thing into the enclosed cup holder in my car...which is where I was storing my Blackberry (Research In Motion Limited ).
My precious mobile device was floating in coffee. It was a Blackberry mocha.
I fished it out, dried it off, removed the battery, etc. Within the hour, it stopped functioning. Just. Stopped.
So, like all over-gadgeted Americans, I immediately pulled out my iPhone (Apple ).
Yes, I carry two devices BECAUSE YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN ONE WILL GO ON THE FRITZ.
The dilemma, of course, is that the email system at work does not accommodate the iPhone, so I need the Blackberry.
But there's a bigger issue. I use my Blackberry to write scripts (and blogs) in the field. I can thumb type faster than Jim Cramer talks.
Now I'm forced to peck out letters on this touchpad...and, well, I'm learning patience.
Maybe I need a third phone as the backup's backup: one of those Droids with the slide out keypad—(Google? Motorola? ).
Then I'll be totally covered. Because, heaven forbid, how could I go on if no one could reach me...
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