Once Upon a Time...

I had a cell phone named Clark. No, I did not name him after my country dancing teacher.

If Clark could talk, he would introduce himself as

"Kent, Clark Kent."

Sadly, he died one cold wintry night on the icy asphalt.

He decided life was too dull in my coat pocket,

and thought it would be a good idea to jump out of it

and dive off the balcony.

Just like Superman,
my cell phone was not as indestructible as I thought.

About two years ago, before Clark passed away, my roommate and the boy she was dating at the time decided to take all our apartment's cell phones and decorate the insides with unique stickers. See, when you drop your phone, the back often pops off and the battery flies out, and sometimes you get angry, so the idea was, if you had happy stickers in your phone, maybe you wouldn't get all grouchy-like and such.

Well, my happy sticker came in handy two summers ago. 

I went to Lagoon (amusement park) and I lost my phone on the white roller coaster. They took it to the Lost and Found, and when I went to claim it, they asked me to describe it. I couldn't remember the exact model, but I tentatively said it was a black Motorola flip phone. Unfortunately, they needed a little more detail, so I told them to take the back off it and look at the sticker. 

"What kind of sticker?" they asked.

I giggled and blushingly said, "Uh... Jesus Loves You."

(Know what though? He does.)