Ok, so last night i was in Springfield, MO with my band Hated Nixon. Apparently I was more drunk than i thought because when we woke up in the van this morning (we slept at a rest area) I was looking for my cell phone and couldn't find it in the van. "Hey Jordan, call my phone," so he did and we hear the ringing coming from the dash of the van. WHAT! That can't be, it's gotta be in floor somewhere and just sounds like it's in the dash. No, it was in the dash. I somehow put it in the vent of the van and there it is. I take apart the vents as much as I can, but I can't reach it to get a grasp...so close it's just at my finger tips! The other guys tried too, but couldn't reach it. I get the bright idea to get a twig from the parking lot and attempt to hook it and pull it closer so as to be able to grab it...but in doing so I actually push it down and it falls *ka-klunk-a-junk* DOWN even more out of reach. By this time my forearm is all scratched up nearly bleeding. That damn phone. All I need is the SIM card. It holds all power in the universe. Does anyone know how to take apart a 1994 GMC van's dash board? At least I know it's possible to get a phone through a van's dash vents. This is annoying. On top of that, it's not even my van, and I don't have access to further attempt to retrieve my phone. Maybe I'll just go without one for a while. Mine will eventually discharge and/or melt in the dash. That'll really up the resale value. I think your brain has the shell on it. Damn it. Damn it all.
So, if you care for me to have your phone number you can reply to this and tell me how awfully careless I am and give me your phone number. I'm going to actually put them into my computer's address book.
Thanks for laughing at me.
About ReidB
- ReidB
- Saint Louis, MO, United States
- I play drums in a band called Via Dove