Latrine Thinking: How To Disinfect Your NOKIA Handset
He went to the loo and suddenly heard a plop…his Nokia handset was lying at the bottom of the potty ( not a western loo but an Indian one), a shiny, rectangular piece of metal glistening afloat.
He was horrified! But there was not a minute to waste and his presence of mind was galvanized into action. And for good reason, this was his 3rd handset. He had lost the other two. Besides, he was expecting a call any minute. Images of the neon screen flashing while it lay in the water, unnerved him.
He rushed out and summoned the janitor, simultaneously scaring the living daylights out of a colleague in the process of relieving himself in the next loo. The word spread and soon there was pandemonium outside as a little group congregated to share in the excitement. Anything to brighten up a dreary day at work.
He returned with the janitor only to find that some unsuspecting chap had just entered. He was hauled out.
The janitor took charge and began to inspect the potty. He took some wire and strategically tried to extract the set, but in vain. My pal coaxed the janitor to slip on some plastic bags, dip his hand into the depths of the loo and handpick the set. He did just that.
IT WAS OUT…but now what? How does one touch a stinky cellphone?
My friend resquested his buddy the janitor to please dismantle the instrument. This godsend individual on his instruction then took the phone apart piece by piece, and held each under the dryer. I forget the exact sequence of events, but I think he dipped some tissue in soap and then cleaned each piece individually. Once done, some deoderant was sprayed on each piece and then instrument was pieced back together.
He silently prayed that it would work. He switched it on…the neon screen lit up! It worked…thank god for the hardiness of NOKIA handsets!
My precautious friend then proceeded to dip a napkin in dettol and wipe the exterior of the phone.
Voila…the handset was completely disinfected and what’s more now smelt of perfume! The janitor was aptly compenated for his handiness.
My friend’s name is Altafand hats of to him for elevating meticulousness to the status of an art. Am trying to learn a thing or two from him. Good going!
