In the category of a "Glorious Death", my iPhone met an unfortunate demise at my own hand, and other assorted by-products of my body.
After completing my meetings yesterday in Columbus, Ohio, I decided to go for a late lunch-early dinner at the Old Bag of Nails Pub. After ordering my Spinach Salad with Blackened Scallops and a pint of Great Lakes Irish Ale...I slipped my iPhone into my back pocket and headed for the toilet to make room for my feast.
Sparing you the size and dimension of the generated waste, which I will say was considerable, I was ready to begin the cleansing process when I heard another "Blunk"! I quickly realized that the sound was not generated by my body......iSat...iShat...iDropped...iPhone!!!!!!!!
It was amazing how quickly the desire to save my beloved overcame my disgust to see it floating on top of my last meal!
After several &**%5$t$! and wiping it down, there was no saving my iPhone. It joined my iPod and Gwyneth the First in the happy unknown in Columbus, Ohio.
Fortunately there is an Apple store near by, and being a ProCare member, plus armed with one hilarious story, I was quickly given a replacement for free.
What? I can't hear you! I seem to have a Turd in my ear! And no, they don't have an App for that!
Sir Hook the Toilet Fisherman of Warrick
