Call me stupid

Today I dropped my phone into the toilet bowl. It was in the shallow pocket of a coat and I was in a rush, so when I pulled my hands too quickly out of my pockets and my phone flew out with them. Had I taken the lift instead of the stairs the phone would probably already have been in my hand; had I left the house a minute earlier I would have been on the bus I saw drive past me and wouldn’t have had to rush into the loos. But there it is, still sitting in the water whilst I muse over how it might have been prevented. And you know the worst thing about it? The first thing I thought when it splashed to its death is it would have made a really funny photo to send to a friend.