Pammie's Last China Post and Last Chinese Toilet Post
Last night on the train I went to the toilet, and while doing the usual juggling act of trying to keep the shorts down but up off the floor pan, all of a sudden one of my shorts pockets felt a lot lighter than it was before. I thought, the heck was that? My little phone had dropped out of my pocket and fell flat on his face in the toilet! I looked down in mid-uh, you know, pee and saw my little phone now being watered on. I instantly rescued him, now totally soaked, and these toilets do not have flushes!! Amazingly this toilet had a pan at the bottom, most of them go straight down to the train tracks, I could have lost it forever. I started to think about the guy who was there before me, and then thousands of others there before me, then all the billion people in China, how many with digestive tract disorders?, all using trains, how old was this train? divided by how many toilets per carriage? And they're selling beer on these trains? So how many visits to the toilet per trip? I'm starting to do the maths, agh!!! Now all over my phone's little white face....I was in denial, wiped the little pee tears off his face with my toilet paper, went into the washroom and wetted down a tissue and patted him down, took the phone apart, wiped down all the inside bits...damn. Luckily it wasn't a normal western toilet or the little dude would have drowned for sure...then again I wouldn't have effen dropped him either....I took him back to the train where one of the Australians lent me one of those sano-wipe things and gave him another wash....I am so not happy about this!! Anyway he is working fine. I have a new screen saver which is a frowny face, he is not happy at all either! So now when I am talking on my phone, it is through a WHOLE lotta people!
posted by Pammie at 9:56 AM
6 Comments:
Yeah, I did that too...although, not on a train...and with a real toilet. I know, that takes some special sort of talent, but the dang thing fell off my waistband, straight in to the Karstadt toilet. I called it my Pee Phone and asked people if their ears were wet...icky...
PS: I fed Miguel and we had a catch...good dog :)
Ooch, the big drink! I am surprised your phone survived that! What's the Karstadt though, sounds like state toilets on the highway in Germany? If so surely those chaps are pretty dang sanitary! Eesh, and what about plunging your hand into the toilet to fish it out?! Agh, at least I didn't have to do that! I think I would have just flushed him!
Okay, two things:
First, Karstadt is a big cushy department store with a bathroom off of the restaurant.
Second, you weren't supposed to call me out on the fact that I dug in the toilet!! (Which, I did...) At least it was only MY pee...
And, to be honest, I don't think it did work...but I still called it my pee phone!
...I should have just flushed it...
Eeuuwww! I was going to say "you definitely win in the toilet story category ... until I remembered the time I came back from a trip to the east coast with a hand-written journal full of memories with photos and brochures tucked between the pages. I met a friend at a local Mexican restaurant for dinner and a few catch-up Margaritas and took the journal along to show her. Before we left, we visited the ladies room and ... the journal took a dive right into the toilet. Luckily, it was "before" and I fished it out toot sweet but still. As you said, "all those people who went before" are now forever memorialized in my Nova Scotia journal. There's a little curl to the pages ... [shudder]
Thanks again for the amazing tours of China and Africa and for all the weird memories they triggered, too.
Cheryl
Hi Jenn,
Ah well, at least it was at the fancy loos at the fancy restaurant. Much better than if it happened at Walmart hey?!
Hi Cheryl,
Oooch, the journal. Toot sweet, I like that phrase! I think I woulda binned the journal in some recycling center after that, and relied on my memory! Yikes, curley pages!!
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