Pardon me for using that dirty little word, but it’s the sole word I blurted out when my cellphone fell into the bowl. Yes, there’s water in that bowl and it’s not just any bowl. I’m talking about a toilet bowl.
I really don’t know why, but it seems my communication gadgets have this strange attraction to toilet bowls. My pager also met the same fate years ago. Luckily, while I had to bring my pager to the repair center, it only took a hair dryer to bring my cellphone back to life (although I don’t know if it’s proper to use the word “lucky” in the preceding sentence; what could possibly be lucky with fishing out a cellphone from a toilet bowl?)
Yeah, it’s gross, I tell you. Looking back, I should have looked for something to do the grim “task” (you know what I mean). However, faced with a life-and-death situation (for the cellphone, that is), our training in law school to think on our feet simply went poof. I wasn’t able to quickly weigh the advantages and disaavntages of fishing it out. My vision went black. Instincts got in the way. Must…..get….cellphone….shit!
I did it. I successfully revived my cellphone from near-death (although it was shortlived because my cellphone completely conked out a few days after). Now, if you want, you can borrow my cellphone and call all you want.
