Cell Phone Sacrifice To The Squat Toilet Gods

An expensive lesson I learned this week: don't stick your cell phone in your pocket when using a squat toilet. When I squatted, my cute little cell phone I love so much shot out my pocket like a watermelon seed, right down the hole in the ground.  The worst hole-in-one ever!  Picture Macauley Culkin in Home Alone, that was pretty much my face.

A janitor used a hooked stick to try fishing it out of the hole, but no luck. I was willing to let it go at this point, but because I am a foreigner they went the extra mile and found the spot where the pipe curves to exit the building. They opened the pipe, and sure enough, there was my cell phone. Sitting in sewer water. And yes, they brought it out and handed it to me. (I ignored all thoughts of germs and took it without flinching. After they went to all that trouble, what else could I do?) 

As you might have guessed, a cell phone is not meant to survive a cesspool.  It's dead, dead, dead. (The exact words of the guy in the shop where I took it to get repaired: "Your phone is hurt very bad.") But the good news is that I was able to salvage the SIM card and memory cards, so I won't have to get a new phone number. I'll be looking for a new cell phone when I get back home. (The selection out here in the countryside is about what you'd expect). I better find a GREAT deal after this sacrifice to the squat toilet gods.

(Thanks to everyone who told me my posting from email worked. If something is wonky, I apologize, I can't see it for a few weeks.)