Gosh, how thick do you get?

Well, I think my Dad's cellphone has finally keeled over and died for good. It was a hardy little thing, having survived a swim in a creek courtesy of my sister (don't ask), but we think it's been killed for good now. Guess how? We were driving home from the beach today, and my Dad put the cellphone down in the front cupholder like he usually does. Trouble is, said cupholder had a full cup of coke in it (this is where the cellphone ended up). My Dad, being the observant genius that he is, picked it up out of the cup several minutes later, not noticing anything unusual, and tried to call my aunt with it. Amazingly the thing still turned on, but of course it didn't work. Well, he hands it to me, and I notice that it's dripping wet...and slightly sticky...and obviously not functional. Needless to day, my Dad's strategy of shake-the-thing-hard-enough-and-it-might-just-work didn't resurrect it. We're still waiting for a miracle...


*Update: It still works!