I had a protected file with passwords to various accounts saved in it.
I had everything from to-do's, birthdays, and plans recorded in my calendar.
I had countless memorable pictures, ringtones, and videos saved.
I had over 400 contacts...
You may have noticed that each sentence is in past tense.. I meant to do that. Sadly, I once had all of that. That is - until I flushed my phone down the toilet.
Without fail, everytime the subject comes up someone mentions about a time when they dropped something of their's into the toilet. That sucks but, ummm... hello?! I said that I FLUSHED my phone down the toilet. It's gone. Disappeared. Non-existent.
There seems to be a lot of confusion when I tell people what happened to my phone. Most assume I was using the bathroom and the phone dropped and I didn't happen to notice... uhh no. If that was the case, I don't think I should be allowed to go to the bathroom unsupervised. Seriously people. Come on.
Let me clarify for everyone out there so we can all put this behind us and except that some toilets can flush a phone without clogging. A'ight?
Here's how the whole thing went down:
It's early morning and I'm helping at a fundraiser at a public park. (Yeah, karma's a witch.) After a few hours I went to the bathroom to relieve myself. I'm only human. So I went to the bathroom, and my phone was in my back pocket and when I pulled my pants back up it must have been hanging out precariously. So I flushed the toilet then I turn to leave the stall and I heard something hit the toilet and fall in. My first thought was, "NOOO! MY FAVORITE CHAPSTICK!!! Right as I turn I saw just in the knick of time my sweet black berry pearl being sucked up into the toilet.
I know what you're thinking. "No way."
Way.
In a state of shock I went out and this is what went down.
Me: *Tears forming* "Umm.. I.. think I just... umm, uhhh... flushed my toilet down the toilet."
Anna: *Half smile/cautious/confused* "Haha...ha. Really?"
Me: *Half smile/still in shock* "Yeah. Hahah. I did. Hahahahaha!"
Anna: *Smiling* "Hahahahaha!"
I laughed for about 2.7 seconds. Then it immediately turned into sobbing. All laughing ceased immediately and people jumped to my rescue.
One my raced into the bathroom and shoved his arm as far up the toilet as he could get it. Which wasn't very far at all... but thank you so much for trying. It meant a lot! Another man, with a sweet accent, got a wire hanger to put up the pipes and feel around for my phone. No luck. Another man offered to take the toilet apart for me. (Yes, I was sobbing sobbing. I looked a mess.) It was a kind offer, but I declined. His efforts would have been unsuccessful. I didn't want to waste anyone else's time. I knew the fate of my phone. And I accepted it. Sort of.
It was a sad sad day.
But on the bright side.. I got a new phone that exact same day and have since then been building my contacts list once again. (I'm at 65 and counting...)
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