I was sad. I jumped onto the Apple website and starting searching for a replacement (ooh, they come in pretty colors now!), but I knew in my heart that nothing new could truly substitute for the fond memories of my silver iPod shuffle. Perhaps, I thought, I could take it to the Apple store nearby, where they could perform some emergency procedure to bring it back to life, if only for a short while, long enough, perhaps, for a final run and a goodbye. I called the store, explained the dire situation, and the words that flew out of the technician's mouth sounded like New Age witchcraft to me. He told me to place the little guy in a plastic bag with some rice, and just leave it for a few days. He claimed that the rice would absorb the water that had drowned the little guy during its encounter in my washing machine, and it might be revived.
In my desperation, I wanted to believe that his magic spell would work. I questioned him further: is brown rice ok? Does the brand of baggie matter? He assured me that any variety of rice might offer a cure, in any sort of bag. So, I gently placed the mute iPod into a bag with some brown rice (hey, I'm a healthy whole grain girl, living in Colorado and all) and waited. Three days later, I took it out of its bag, and voila!
It's so great being back together. I appreciate its features even more than ever, now that it has suffered that life-altering accident. I can listen to stuff like soulico (who was here last night, which was an excellent evening for me) and rock out. Yaaay!!