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The other day I had my cell phone in my back pocket. Then I went to the bathroom.
When finished, I stood up, pulled up the pants then heard a horrible sound: PLOP! The cell phone had flown out of my back pocket right into the toilet bowl.
Despite the grossness of it all, I immediately reached my hand in the bowl to retrieve the phone. But then things got really interesting.
Meanwhile, all I've got to work with is my left (non-dominant) hand; and I'm not ambidextrous. Somehow, I managed to pull it all together. Since the phone was already wet, I figured a little soap and water couldn't do any extra damage, so I washed it.
Surprisingly, the phone seems to be no worse for the wear after this ordeal. But if you call me up and I sound a little pissy on the cell phone, it might not be me - - it could just be the phone.
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