Not so smart era.

This happened to me over 20 years ago, before smartphones were invented, and Nokia ruled the phone market, and you didn’t need to charge your phone daily.

I can’t remember the exact phone I had, but it might have been a Sony Ericsson (a quick online search suggests it was similar to the Sony Ericsson K750). It had a tiny screen and physical buttons. My wife at the time got the same model we took out both phones together from the T-Mobile shop (Birmingham, UK).

One of the features my wife found in the settings was a option to put a personal message or photo when the phone starts up so when you turn on the phone the brand logo comes up then your message or photo for 10 -20 seconds while the operating system loads in background before changing to the home screen.

On my wife’s phone, she put a photo of us as her startup photo. The photos from those days were very low resolution; you could just about make out the people in the photo on the tiny screen. With my phone, she thought it would be funny if she put my dick pic as the start-up photo, so if my phone got stolen or got rebooted in front of anyone, they would see a lovely photo of my 3-inch micropenis. Although the photo was low resolution, the image was quite clear. My tiny size was quite clear to see.

It was only supposed to be temporary as a joke, and I forgot to change it. Back then, phones had days when the battery would last over a week on a single charge and rarely needed rebooting. A few times when I rebooted the phone, I saw the photo I was meant to change, but I always forgot.

About a year later, the phone developed a problem that I can no longer remember. I was near the phone shop where we bought it, so I went in to see if they could fix it.

I walked in, and a pretty Indian girl in her mid-20s walked up to me, asking how she could help me today. I told her I’m having issues with my phone. She said she could take a look and see if it’s still under warranty. She walked me over to her desk, sat me down, and then took the opposite chair. She asked for the phone, and I handed it over. She played about with it as I looked around me and saw several really pretty sales staff assisting customers must have been about 12 sales people on the shopfloor there were more women than guys so maybe 8-9 women and 3-4 guys all of them smartly dressed chatting to customers recommending what phone they should have etc etc.

The Indian girl examining my phone said she’d try one more thing before booking the repair. She released the battery, put it back in, and then booted the phone up. I hadn’t even thought about the startup photo, so I just sat relaxed until the startup ringtone came on, and she had a sudden shocked expression on her face. She looked directly at me, her hand slightly lowered, and I caught a glimpse of the photo. Before I could say anything, she got up and said, “Be right back. I need to talk to someone,” and walked off with my phone.

She then grabbed another Indian girl and took her with her into the back. I was embarrassed. I sat red-faced, thinking she was going to complain to the manager. I was worried that they’d call the police and have me arrested or issue a parking fine if my car stayed here for more than the 4 hours allowed. I had so many thoughts in my head and what I’m going to say when the manager walks out.

I was looking around and the second Indian came out gave me a huge smile and went over to another girl and whispered something and then went to another guy and did the same she went out of my view but looked like she was whispering to all her colleagues something, then one by one they all started going into the back I could here a few laughs and loud voices. Still, I couldn’t make out what was being said. As they came back out, they all had big smiles on their faces. Some were looking away, avoiding eye contact, while others laughed as they walked past me. I was seated at the back of the shop, so the staff had to walk past me to reach the back staff area. After about 15 minutes, the girl finally came back, apologizing for the wait. She had to check with the tech expert, she said, looking at me with a smile.

I was flustered; I was still expecting police to come barging in any second to arrest me for indecent exposure or something. She mentioned that the tech expert said it’s a very ‘small’ problem. A salesgirl nearby burst out laughing and walked away quickly. The girl tried not to laugh and continued, “I can send it off for the repair. It will take about 7 to 21 days, and then I’ll try to sell you a loan phone to use in the meantime.”

I already had a spare old phone, so I declined the loan phone. She said OK, leave the phone with her, and gave me a receipt for the repair.

So while I was sitting panicking about her complaining to the manager they were all actually all in the back (who were free taking turns to pop in the back for a look) laughing at my tiny penis and probably sending the images to each other as I had several nude photos of my penis in the gallery close up, far, full body, erect at 3 inches, soft and 0.75 inches. I’m assuming they saw the whole lot. In contrast, I sat metres away and did nothing but sit there while they were having a good laugh other side of the door at me.

I got home and told my wife, and she burst out laughing, saying that must have been embarrassing, and wished she had been there, as she loved this kind of humiliation happening to me. She said, “Imagine what she’s doing with your phone right now. She probably took it home to show all her friends and family your photos. Didn’t you think to delete the photos before you left the phone?”

I was so embarrassed, realising I didn’t even think to delete the several nudes I had in my gallery, and my phone didn’t have any security like PIN codes then. About 2 weeks later, I received a call that my phone was ready for collection. When I walked in, I felt a bit paranoid. Still, every member of staff smiled at me as I walked in. I didn’t hang around, I got my phone, signed the documents, and got out without making any eye contact with anyone. I didn’t see the Indian girl who booked the repair, but I did recognise the other staff who were there when I left the phone.

When I got home, the first thing I did was change the welcome photo. My wife wanted to see it one last time before I took it off. She just rubbed it in even more. Look how tiny it looks. Imagine the whole shop seeing this photo while you’re sitting metres away. Even though we are now divorced, she still sends me screenshots of her videos and captions. She reminds me of all the humiliating stuff that happened to me while I was with her, including this incident.

 

The End.

 

 

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