A very sad and slightly damp story about an iPhone 3GS

So. It’s been a while. I have been… distracted. I have an iPhone. I do understand I could have waited until July when the iPhone4 came out but I just don’t think I can cope with the pressure of people thinking I am an early adopter.

Instead, I gets myself an iPhone 3GS and it is lovely and shiny and white and like a little LED friend in my handbag. I have it a good four days before I manage to hiff it into my skinny flat white. All that desk space and just one little cup of coffee on it. The iPhone moved in a perfect arc and with some force hit slap bang in the middle of the full cup. I couldn’t have got it in if I aimed. I pulled it out and quickly wiped off what I could but you didn’t have to be a gadget loving early adopter to see that it had been damaged.

So. I googled ‘I threw my iphone in coffee’ and started scrolling through various helpful solutions. Dunk it in turpentine. Um. No. Put it in the freezer. Ummmmm. No. Store it in rice for a couple of days. Oh alright then. That sounds fairly safe. So off I trotted to the work café and asked for a container of raw rice. I kept the phone in the rice for about a day but did check whether it would turn on every now and again (which you really are not supposed to do). And it did. Sort of. But it kept getting crankier and eventually it just stopped.

It was after I found a grain of basmati had wedged itself into the headphone jack that I finally admitted defeat. The nice young man at the Apple shop said, with just the faintest hint of derision, “this phone is f*#cked”. Long story short I was able to purchase a ‘refurbished’ phone for $300.

So. That was the most expensive cup of coffee I have had recently – how bout you?

(Once over the trauma I shall be back with my favourite commute crushing apps.)