Yesterday I dropped my Nokia E65 in the toilet of a bar. It was in my butt pocket. I didn’t realise when it fell in.
Yes, so I think I peed over it. Flushed. And then to my absolute horror saw it sitting at the bottom of the pot. Yes, I took it out. What’s worse? It was in the boys toilet. (Don’t ask me to explain that).
I’m not sure if it’s going to work again. But I gave it the hair dryer treatment and will try switching it on once I think it’s completely dry. Yes, Dad, I will see if the warranty still works.
I’ve lost a lot of numbers, so if any of the people I know who read this blog try to call and I don’t know who you are, I swear this is why.
I have been enjoying sharing phone-toilet stories though. I’m surprised how many people have them!
On a separate note, I’ve decided to move back to Dubai. Get a real job and all that stuff. Already signed a contract. I start working December 1.
I feel quite OK about it. Perhaps it’s not registered yet. More on that later.