iPod shuffle meets washing machine

Guess which one lost? I had forgotten it in the pocket of a shirt I washed.

Mrs. C. has buried the iPod in a jar of rice, on the theory that the rice may draw the moisture out of the electronics and Ella, Neshama, and Anat (et al) will be heard again in my ear buds.

I’m not a betting man, generally, so I’ll just keep my fingers crossed. Who knows. She may be right. Update to come. (Says we have to discard the rice. I don’t see why.)

UPDATE:  Didn’t work. The iPod was still DOA. So I ordered a refurbished one from Amazon for a small percent of what the original cost. And, yes, Mrs. C. discarded the rice. Wasteful.