World's most expensive pachinko ball
tok.... tak.... plack
That is the sound of an extremely expensive, very new, Nexus S 4G Android phone falling down between fair sized boulders at the side of a creek.
My phone is not eaten by eels at this time.
I had taken a picture of Baz, and I hadn't put the phone back in my pocket properly, and then we started to scramble down the rocks to reach what was left of the swimming hole of my youth. I was about a third of the way down when I heard the fateful sound.
I made Baz go play in the creek while I sat with my feelings of idiocy and grief. Then he came back up and suggested that he thought he would fit between the boulders laid down to prevent flood erosion. (I know these rocks as rip-rap, but I don't know why. My family was puzzled by my use of this term.)
By this time, I had gotten an eyeball on the phone, but couldn't reach it because I am an adult-sized person. Baz is a skinny kid. So first I shoved all the boulders around us to make sure they were not going to crush him, and then I held on to the waist of his pants while he eeled into the opening. He managed to get a finger on the phone, but sadly just knocked it further back into the crevice. When I pulled him out, he was hyperventilating. He said he was scared and I told him that the phone was just stuff, and he didn't have to go back in, but it turns out that he was just scared of losing the phone for me, or messing up. So at this point I decided it was unreasonable for me to put this on him.
I decreed that we were riding our bikes back to the house, having lunch, and then brainstorm how to solve this problem. So we went back, and had lunch, and talked the problem over with everyone in attendance -- my parents, husband, children, brother, and my brother's girlfriend. We decided to form an Expotition to Rescue The Phone. We gathered together toy lacrosse sticks, walking sticks, duct tape, and those extended reach grabber things that you probably associate with your grandparents. Then we adjourned to the creek, Baz and I on bike again.
In the end, it was anticlimactic -- my brother and spouse, using the tools, poked it out of the corner and grabbed it and returned it to me. My heroes! Amazingly, the gorilla glass survived all of this, although I think my GPS antenna did not.
The moral: Going to buy a new cliphanger and a case. My cliphanger is the only reason I haven't lost a dozen phones, I swear.
Also, my family is pretty resourceful.
Also, the swimming hole isn't there anymore, because of the floods.
We went and played in a different part of the creek and got all our clothes wet. It was fun.
That is the sound of an extremely expensive, very new, Nexus S 4G Android phone falling down between fair sized boulders at the side of a creek.
My phone is not eaten by eels at this time.
I had taken a picture of Baz, and I hadn't put the phone back in my pocket properly, and then we started to scramble down the rocks to reach what was left of the swimming hole of my youth. I was about a third of the way down when I heard the fateful sound.
I made Baz go play in the creek while I sat with my feelings of idiocy and grief. Then he came back up and suggested that he thought he would fit between the boulders laid down to prevent flood erosion. (I know these rocks as rip-rap, but I don't know why. My family was puzzled by my use of this term.)
By this time, I had gotten an eyeball on the phone, but couldn't reach it because I am an adult-sized person. Baz is a skinny kid. So first I shoved all the boulders around us to make sure they were not going to crush him, and then I held on to the waist of his pants while he eeled into the opening. He managed to get a finger on the phone, but sadly just knocked it further back into the crevice. When I pulled him out, he was hyperventilating. He said he was scared and I told him that the phone was just stuff, and he didn't have to go back in, but it turns out that he was just scared of losing the phone for me, or messing up. So at this point I decided it was unreasonable for me to put this on him.
I decreed that we were riding our bikes back to the house, having lunch, and then brainstorm how to solve this problem. So we went back, and had lunch, and talked the problem over with everyone in attendance -- my parents, husband, children, brother, and my brother's girlfriend. We decided to form an Expotition to Rescue The Phone. We gathered together toy lacrosse sticks, walking sticks, duct tape, and those extended reach grabber things that you probably associate with your grandparents. Then we adjourned to the creek, Baz and I on bike again.
In the end, it was anticlimactic -- my brother and spouse, using the tools, poked it out of the corner and grabbed it and returned it to me. My heroes! Amazingly, the gorilla glass survived all of this, although I think my GPS antenna did not.
The moral: Going to buy a new cliphanger and a case. My cliphanger is the only reason I haven't lost a dozen phones, I swear.
Also, my family is pretty resourceful.
Also, the swimming hole isn't there anymore, because of the floods.
We went and played in a different part of the creek and got all our clothes wet. It was fun.