So as I was about to write and tell you all about how my father dropped his cell phone in a glass of whisky, this happened.
I was going to make comments about dad's mishap like:
- how he should treat the phone as if it had a hangover and give it a couple of cups of coffee, a couple of glasses of water, an advil and then take it for a swim in the refreshing river.
- how whisky voids the warantee (Gerry's joke)
- something witty about pickled cell phones.
- and then I was going to ask if anyone knew of a whisky-proof cell phone.
And then… I dropped ALL my tech out of my bag and onto the floor and broke my favourite, albiet cheapest, lens.
It still works. That is if you don't mind a deep grinding sound as it focuses, only being able to shoot upwards, and the fact the entire front piece, glass and all, pulls off like the lid on your starbucks latte. Guess who's visiting the Camera Doctor again?
So really, my dad dropping his cell phone in a glass of whisky, is a lot less funny now.