The other day, I dropped my smartphone in the toilet.
It was all quite innocent, I was just coming into the bathroom to wash my hands, I was holding the phone, but the slippery sucker got away from me when I turned toward the sink. Plop it went, right into the toilet bowl.
I immediately, without hesitation, plunged my hand in and pulled it out. I PUT MY HAND DOWN A TOILET BOWL to save a PHONE. I have since spent some time thinking about this, and can honestly say that there is nothing else I own that I would willingly soil my hand for like that. But with the smartphone, I didn’t even stop to think.
After four hours of studiously drying it with a hairdryer, I had to admit defeat, and I hopped the first bus to town to the shop where the phone was bought. It was insured, so I hoped against hope that they could give me a new one right away, but that was obviously naive and stupidly optimistic of me. They had me fill in a claim form, wrapped my beloved in plastic wrap and stuck it all in an envelope so flimsy they had to tape it up. I was then told it would take a week or so for the replacement to arrive, that they couldn’t give me a loan phone to use in the meantime, and they sent me on my way. I want to rant about the poor service I received in the shop, but I was so upset by the idea of being without a phone for a week that my perspective of the situation may have been a little off, so I won’t. Suffice to say, it could have been a LOT better.
Also, how is it that even with insurance, it costs me 65 euros to get the phone replaced??
Already on the bus trip home, I began suffering from withdrawel symptoms. I keep reaching for it, but my pocket is empty. My hand feels too light without it. I MISS MY SMARTPHONE!
I know this will make me seem hopelessly out of touch, but I don’t even own a tablet to tide me over! Just a laptop. It’s like the stone age in my flat at the moment.
One week they said. I am counting the minutes.