The cabinet around our bathroom sink was built over the only air vent in the room, and the kickboard of the vanity has a low dome cut into it to allow the warm air to get into the room. This is sort of nice in the winter because the rug feels like it’s been heated.
Yesterday I was expecting some friends to phone to let me know when they’d be swinging by to pick up something. The friends were in town from far away so it was sort of important that I get the call. I had been keeping my phone nearby all morning.
Early afternoon found me standing at my bathroom sink putting on eye shadow and powder. I was digging through my bag to find a compact when my phone fell out, bounced on the floor and slid right through the opening in the kickboard. Then I heard a metallic thunk. I was bent over, cheek pressed to the rug, to peer underneath the cabinet to confirm that, yes, it had fallen right down into the air vent and, no, I couldn’t see it at all. That’s exactly when my phone started to ring. (Living in a sitcom? Why yes, I am.) It was amplified from down there and sort of made it seem like the whole floor was letting me know someone was phoning me.
I ran downstairs to get some tools and mostly jabbed at the bottom of the cabinet before I figured out the kickboard wasn’t too difficult to pry off. But then I had to reach under the cabinet and into the open vent that I couldn’t see into and pray my phone was there. First I came up with a very dusty toothbrush, yeech. I took a moment to gather my courage and reached back in. And there was my phone! Mostly unscathed! Out of town people were reached and all was saved, except for the slightly marred edge of the kickboard.
Secretly I was hoping my phone had fallen irretrievably into the midst of our heating system — which would mean I really did need to go get an iPhone.