Toilet phone

If ever there was a place NOT to have it on vibrate, it's an airport toilet where even a wide stance can be easily misinterpreted.

I was, um, taking a rest in the restroom at the Nashville airport somewhere on concourse C when my wife called wondering why I wasn’t at baggage claim just yet. I ignored the call because I didn’t want to be that guy - the guy who talks on his phone in the restroom. She called again. I once again ignored it. Then again. I answered, explained the reason for my tardiness in a hushed voice and hung up.

You know, those phones are slippery suckers. And I’m a manly man. I must have pressed that little red button awfully hard because - SLIP - out of my hand went the phone and - PLUNK - into the product of my resting it plunged.