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The following post first appeared on my blog January 1, 2019…
Night of the Zombie Phone
Just in time for the new year… another terrifying tale about my maladjusted appliances. Or, in this case, electronics. Whatever. They’re all in cahoots.
I don’t turn my phone off very often. Instead, I just silence the ringer when I charge it overnight. But not long ago, the thing was acting kind of squirrely so I turned it off.
Minutes later, I turned it on and waited for the little Apple symbol to appear, showing that the phone was waking up, then left it to do its boot-up thing.
Half an hour later, the little Apple symbol still showed. No home screen.
I tried turning the phone off, holding the button down for several seconds.
It wouldn’t turn off.
Unplug it and turn it off again?
I picked it up. “Oooh, it feels kind of warm.”
Brent said, “Better take it to the AT&T store.”
They’d be open for another 45 minutes, so off I went.
Went inside and told the guy “My phone won’t turn off.”
He took it and immediately dropped it onto the counter. “That thing is hot!”
Sure enough, the phone had begun to warp.
The AT&T guy nervously wrapped it in a shop towel. “Is it okay with you if I set it outside in case it blows up?”
“Be my guest,” I told him. I mean, I didn’t want to die by phone shrapnel any more than he did.
After duly buying another phone and getting everything set up, I took the barbecued unit, still in its towel, home for disposal. But what was I gonna do with it? I wasn’t about to put it in the wastebasket and start a house fire.
The one time I’d dropped my first smartphone into water, it went dead in about two seconds. So I got a bucket, ran a few inches of water in it, and gave the phone a burial at sea, only on the driveway. Then I waited respectfully for its light to go out forever.
This was ridiculous. Clearly, I had a Zombie Phone on my hands. What can you do but go inside and hope it gives up?
Three minutes later…
Yep, I’ve still got a luminaria out here. Stomped back inside, this time stubbornly staying away until nearly bedtime. You cannot imagine my relief when I went outside and found… darkness.
Free at last!
I fished the phone out and let it lie in state on the kitchen island until morning.
“chaaarrge… meeeeee…” it seemed to be whispering.
Yeah, right. I may not be as smart as my phone, but I’m not about to fall for that again.
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