A couple of years ago, Amanda and I got new cell phones from a company with service up at the cabin. This was the only company with service in that area so we were stuck. Since then, Verizon, the company in question, has over charged us and otherwise screwed up our bills numerous times, their sales people have lied to us, and so on and so forth. Verizon totally sucks. But this useful information is a digression.

… continuing with a slightly different but related digression…. we got these phones the day before memorial day weekend. We were promised that if the service up at the cabin was no good, we could bring them back and call the deal off. But as we were leaving, the salesperson helpfully said: “Oh, but don’t come on Tuesday. The line will be out the door.”

“Why?” I inquired.

“Because this weekend, hundreds of people will drop their new phone in the lake. They’ll all be in here on Tuesday buying replacements. At full price. This is why our sales always end on Monday of a three day summer weekend….”

“Oh…” I replied, thinking … don’t go near the lake with the stupid phone…

Well, I never did. Go near the lake with the phone, that is. But some guy in France did drop his phone into a toilet. On a train. This is a toilet equipped with a powerful suction system. Of course.. a French toilet would have that…

Anyway, he went in there with his hand, and I think they are still working on getting him out. From the BBC:

A passenger on a French train had to be rescued by firemen after having his arm sucked down the on-board toilet.

The 26-year-old victim was trapped when he tried to fish out his mobile phone, which had fallen into the toilet bowl, and fell foul of the suction system.

The high-speed TGV train had to stop for two hours while firemen cut through the train’s pipework.

The man was carried away by emergency services, with the toilet still attached to his arm.

Still attached to his arm. This reminds me of any one of a number of Carl Hiaasen novels…


  1. #1 (((Billy))) The Atheist
    October 27, 2008

    Damn. I thought it was tough at forest fires. During two weeks I spent at a fire out west, one radio (a Bendix-King programmable, purchase price about $1500.00) and five (yes, five) cell phones, plus (that I know of) four flashlights, found their way into the tanks of the porta-potties at the fire camp. Some people ended up with bright blue arms (Smurf-Arms) retrieving the items, but at least they could get their arms back out. Damn.