I live on the fourth floor, and I usually take the stairs instead of the elevator. Like I did today. I went out, and on the short way to the stairs I got out my phone to check the time. I’m obviously not a woman, becuase it was proven that I lack the coordination required to look at a phone while walking down a stair.

After only a few steps I dropped the phone. I don’t know how, it just somehow left my hands. And, for some reason, the designer of the stairwell decided to put gap between the wall and the stair, providing an excellent free fall experience for dropped items. And not only down to the ground floor, but all the way to the basement. That’s where my phone went.

From where I was then that means a ten meter drop – or about 33 feet, in case you’re imperially impaired. So my Nokia fell. Literally. There was no cartoon-like bouncing between the walls or anything. Just straight down onto the stone floor.

And somehow it survived. Without a scratch. (It did break up into its removable components, though – the battery and front part of the cover were at the other wall)

I didn’t expect it to live through that, but I’m glad I don’t have to buy a new phone right now.

Oh, and my ISP upgraded me to a connection with 8Mbit downstream today. That’s quite nice. I’ll try not to drop the dsl hardware down the stairs.