“When I first started dating my fiancée, he lived about 150 miles from me. He invited me to come to his house for the first time and told me to call his mobile phone when I found the exit so that he could direct me. This seemed sensible as I was not familiar with the area at all. Once I arrived to the agreed point, I called his mobile and he gave me some more instructions and told me to call back once I got there. I got to the second destination, and called him. All of my calls went straight to voicemail. I was on the side of the road, not knowing where I was, and could not get hold of him. I left him some pretty nasty messages (it was my birthday), and I finally decided to turn the car around to go home. Once I got back to the interstate, he called me. It turns out he was taking a quick shower and while trying to answer he knocked the phone down toilet! He said he was tearing the phone apart, shaking water out of it! Needless to say, I have a funny story to tell my grandkids.”