Into the drink
Dropped my cell phone in the toilet yesterday -- after flushing. So it wasn't THAT bad. I did the first sensible thing you should do -- dive in after it. The second sensible thing you should do is pull the battery out. Then bang your head against the stall door for being such a klutzy eejit.
Upon exiting the stall, if there are other visitors, by now they're wondering what the hell was all that splashing and banging about. Just give them a look that says "What are you looking at?" in a Jerri Blank kind of way.
I took it all apart back at my desk and using paper towels soaked up what drops of water I could find. Then I stuck the dissembled pieces out in the car in the hot sun for a couple hours. Most sites recommend waiting 3 days to let it completely dry but I was fairly confident that I had retrieved it fast enough and that the mid-May heat was intense enough to do the trick. She's all right now working like a charm and I just don't want to think about it anymore.
Upon exiting the stall, if there are other visitors, by now they're wondering what the hell was all that splashing and banging about. Just give them a look that says "What are you looking at?" in a Jerri Blank kind of way.
I took it all apart back at my desk and using paper towels soaked up what drops of water I could find. Then I stuck the dissembled pieces out in the car in the hot sun for a couple hours. Most sites recommend waiting 3 days to let it completely dry but I was fairly confident that I had retrieved it fast enough and that the mid-May heat was intense enough to do the trick. She's all right now working like a charm and I just don't want to think about it anymore.
Labels: cellphone, doodles, drawings, mobile, recovery, toilet, water
4 Comments:
Mum dropped her pedometer down the toilet on Tuesday. She fished it out and washed it. Then it went crazy, numbers whizzing, till it stopped at 99666 (eerie).
It's only the third time she's done over 6,000 steps.
:@}
Better than an ex-colleague of mine - he managed to wet his while SMS'ing (texting) at the trough.
It rusted.
THAT I don't want to think about.
Oh, I wish I could not relate. But, unfortunately I can. And your picture details the experience perfectly!
McG,
Great 'toon.
And I guess you're flushed with success!
May I impose on you - again - to illustrate the Passing Sentence game #3 if you have time?
Cheers
David
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