Le WC a mangé mon téléphone

This story is a friend's, but it is worthy of a retell.

He and a French colleague were in France for a work meeting. They were on a train. Soon after the train left their station it stopped.

They sat, and sat... people started swearing. They sat some more. Then the train went back to the station. Nobody knew what the hell was going on. No announcements or anything. After about an hour the fire engine arrived. Finally they found out what the delay was.

Some dude had dropped his phone down the train toilet. And had decided to stick his hand down the toilet to retrieve it. What goes in must come out right? Wrong. He got his arm stuck in the toilet. 

Euw euw and euw. Train toilets are never the nicest. The ones in England always smell terrible. Imagine having your face stuck so close to one for what turned out to be two hours.

Here is the thing. Train toilets often empty out straight onto the track. Which is why I avoid them like the plague; I mean, imagine the poor people who have to work on the tracks! 

Now how this guy, who apparently was French, FORGOT this fact, and failed to notice the breeze on his cheeks, is beyond me. His phone was out there in traintrack (human)waste land somewhere. 

But he sure had dedication. I would not stick my whole arm down a grotty toilet for a phone.

So after two hours they managed to free his arm. It must have been in deep.

Let go dude, shit happens.