Idealistic Phone Cover.

    A few days ago I came to a realization.  Well, I suppose you could say I learned to accept a realization that anyone with a face realized the second they saw me.  I am a clutz. A total spazz.  An absolutely brilliant breaker-of-things.  (In the last month alone, I have broken a coffee maker, a waffle iron, a lamp, a blender, a finger, and many other things that I have chosen to block out of my memory.  Ok I'm exaggerating. I never broke a lamp. But everything else is true.  But the coffee maker wasn't my fault; I had never even seen one before and it just kind of... exploded.)  Anyway, I realized that my phone had no protection from the haphazards that come along with being associated with, well, me.  But then I found an old gum wrapper in my room.  (I am not a slob. only sometimes.)  And it was not just any old gum wrapper.  It was the outer wrappings of a pack of gum.  Out of pure curiosity, I slipped it over my phone.  It fit like Cinderella's slipper on the fourth of July. (Not that she was even American. But you see the idea. Maybe she was American. But the chances of that are ever so slight.  Ok I have no idea.)  But ya, I found a wrapper, the wrapper fit, and I am too cheap to buy any other sort of protection for my phone.  So now my phone is protected from the dangers of me. Goodie!