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The "Oh, Crap!" Moment

But I didn't say "crap."
And I know who the culprit is.
It was the one who didn't say "crap."
Ah, crap.
{cue "Another One Bites the Dust}

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  1. oh no!! did it go through the dryer too? it might still work if it dries out ...

    i might have said oh something too... but i don't think it would have been crap :-)

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  2. I did this once...and it wasn't even my phone.

    And it did dry out, and it worked afterwards.

    Cue the choir of angels...

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  3. Take it apart and submerse everything in uncooked rice...I've seen it work. It supposedly draws the water out. Good luck!

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  4. Crap would have been the last choice of words had this been me.

    I can safely say - haven't done this one yet. Dropped mine a million times yes - but no water submersion.....yet.

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  5. Maybe it will dry out. We put our wet phones in a can of rice for a day or so. Some have actually worked again.

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  6. I'm BIG on pocket checking. I'm terrified of doing this very same thing because I am sure my kids don't think to clean out pockets before putting clothes in the hamper.

    I hope the phone still works. It's possible. Maybe?

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  7. ARRRRGGGG!!!! That is the pits!

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  8. Rice is your only hope. Once, it took a phone of ours a whole month to dry out after it fell into a certain circular water repository (clean) that we have in out home. My experience is that the washer is particularly tough on electronics, but my fingers are crossed for you. And I am sure that I would have used socially unacceptable language.

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  9. I did that to Jarin's i-pod. The kids KNOW I don't check pockets - it's a job I refused a long time ago. I put it out in the hot hot hot garage for three days and it resurrected. hmmm.... coincidence? I think not.

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