Last week I received a call from my wife while I was at work.  She wanted to inform me that our teenage daughter dropped her cell phone down the street in front of our house.  This cell phone is or was a black Katana that she had to have after the New Year this year. 
    The coveted Katana at regular Sprint store was over two hundred dollars.  I bought hers on Ebay for one hundred and forty dollars.  She paid me back the purchase price by working different jobs like baby-sitting her three-year-old brother, cleaning the cat's restroom and a few other less than glamorous jobs.  By all accounts, this phone fit her needs, unlimited text, unlimited internet access, and constant communication with all her friends. 

    All that came to a screeching halt when her cool hoody pocket was too narrow to hold the long sleek black Katana cell phone when her friend parked over the street drain that day.  Bloop, I think is the sound it made (I am guessing because I was not present when it went into the mouth of the drain) when it hit that Black murky drain slug.  My wife was describing the actions the teenagers were taking, like using her younger brother's butterfly net to try to scoop it.  Then when all attempts failed all they could do is just stand over it and morn the loss, picture it five teenagers standing over a street drain with there heads low.  Later that day she did tell us that she missed her phone.  Not because she could not communicate with the outside world but that she really did like, like a pet or something.
    That night she found a replacement for sixty-five dollars on Ebay.  There is part of me that regrets getting the new phone as quick as I did, to drive home the need to sure up some responsibility in her but too late now.