Just gotta buy a new phone after that, it’s not worth it pic.twitter.com/7q5u9iVJCx
— Barstool Sports (@barstoolsports) November 19, 2023
The good news? When COVID-20 starts making the round in the next year or two, we already know who Patient Zero is. So that’s nice.
SHEESH. Forget about a cell phone, I can’t think of a SINGLE THING that I own that I would reach into a porta potty to retrieve if it fell in. Like what could she possibly have saved on this phone (that isn’t backed up on the cloud) that would lead to her reaching into this swampy abyss to get it back. A picture? A voicemail from a dead relative? A high score on Fruit Ninja? I can’t imagine.
And how would you ever be able to use this thing again knowing where it’s been. I don’t care if you set it in that blue liquid that barbers use to clean combs and scissors for 24 hours:
I would never be able to shake the image of poop water dripping off of it once I got it back.
One thing I did find funny was how her friends were talking her through this like she was in labor. ‘It’s okay! It’s okay! It’s down there! Breath, Becky, breath!’ At least she has a good support system for when she inevitably has that arm amputated because she can’t live with where it’s been.
PS: That is 1,000% an iPhone. That should put an end to the iPhone/Android debate. Don’t see any Android users risking their lives and getting pink eye just to save their phone. Blue text and blue sewer water for life!
Double PS: The ONLY cell phone I’ve ever owned that I would even consider doing this for would be my 2003 Motorola Razr. This was more than a phone, it was a status symbol in that era:
