A tale of woe – based on my own true story – detailing the horrendous demise of one of my most beloved mobile phones.

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Some years ago when I was a bright eyed and enthusiastic technician, I received my first mobile phone due to my job requirements – an analogue plastic brick that weighed more than my head. I was fairly impressed with the device even though it required three truck batteries to operate and made my ears bleed from the radiation. I didn’t mind the boiling of my brain so much, as I was ever hopeful that it would cause some kind of super-power mutation – give me the powers of telekinesis or mind reading. All I think it did however was destroy my short term memory. All I think it did however was destroy my short term memory.

Eventually there came a time where it was neared the end of its useful life. The battery would hold its charge for about 5 microseconds, and it was only held together by snot and six miles of duct tape. I pleaded with my boss for several months that I needed a new one and eventually he relented. I later found out that he actually said I could have a new one when I first asked – I just didn’t hear it on account of my hearing loss due to the afore mentioned radiation.

The new one was a little digital wonder with at least 1 million features that would all be incredibly useful – if I could remember how to use them. I spent hours finding the perfect ring tone and adding people to my contact list – adding anybody I even remotely knew and even some that were taken randomly from the phone book. I added the word SUPER-XMAN to the home screen in the hopes that this new wonder would indeed give me mutant super powers. It was just simply amazing – I had never seen anything so beautiful.

Eventually it came time to go out to my next site visit and as was customary I would visit the latrine before leaving the office as the availability of facilities on the road where variable. So I ducked into the toilet and took the first stall that didn’t contain an unflushable monster turd from hell. For this visit I was in for the long haul, so I spent my time pondering hypotheticals of great import – such as:

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  • Alina Beck on Mar 19, 2009

    lol! Wonderful! This happened to a friend of mine but she didn’t even try to retrieve the phone!

  • Bullwinkle Muse on Mar 19, 2009

    you are the undisputed King of toilet humor.
    btw, I loved the device of repeating the line regarding your short-term memory.
    Excellent!!

  • Diana Parton on Mar 19, 2009

    I haven’t laughed out loud like this for a long time, and my imagination didn’t need a lot of firing up with your so eloquent descriptions.
    Brilliant

  • Rod Ferrandino on Mar 20, 2009

    I’M NOT SHOUTING, JUST TALKING LOUD. THIS WILL HELP YOUR MEMORY IN THE SAME WAY TALKING LOUD MAKES ENGLISH UNDERSTANDABLE TO AUSLANDERS. FUNNY STUFF. I SAID, FUNNY STUFF. BY THE WAY, DID YOU EVER PATCH THINGS UP WITH “SIS” FROM THE MCDONALD’S INCIDENT?

  • Phill Senters on Apr 1, 2009

    It’s hard to read your stuff. My eyes don’t focus well when I’m laughing so much.

  • kate smedley on Apr 4, 2009

    What a brilliantly funny read.

  • starrlove9 on Apr 6, 2009

    lol, this was great

  • Dante Monaldo on Apr 21, 2009

    That was really funny. It is definatly the highlight of my day.

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