I was new at waitering in a pub when I dropped a tray of beer glasses. Full ones 'course.
As a teenager working part-time in a restaurant busing tables, I dropped a large and heavy tray full of dishes, drinking glasses, and coffee mugs. The earth-shattering sound of them crashing to the floor and exploding into a million pieces caught every patron’s attention, whereupon they all applauded me, laughed their heads off, hooped and hollered, etc. One of them shouted from the back of the room, “So where will you be working tomorrow?”
I’ve dropped a cell phone into a sink or other vessel full of water twice with two separate cell phones in separate incidences over the years. The bowl of rice worked on one but not on the other.
When digital cameras were the rage, I was on vacation and while changing from one SIM card to another, I dropped the full one with months worth of pre-vacation pictures on it out the window of the tour bus on a twisting mountain trail.
[Oh, and by the way, I was able to uncover photographic evidence of your beer mug episode. I think that any jury in the land would vote for your acquittal based on the obvious distractions. Cough, cough. 
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WelbyQuentin 