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My finacée, Miranda, got a bench for Christmas from her uncle to use in her daycare classroom. Tonight we stopped by with my Ranger pickup to transport it to the school. I figured on leaving it stood up, and to do so I'd need to remove the tonneau cover.
It's fairly easy to do (just two hand-threaded plastic handled nuts), but I probably overtightened it the last time I reinstalled it so the hook wasn't letting go on one side (or maybe moisture got between and "glued" them together as ice). It was about -15 Celcius (-25 with the wind chill). I tried banging on it with my fist and a multibit screwdriver from a socket set I had in the truck bed, but no luck. To see what I was banging on I had pulled out my Galaxy S5 and enabled the "Torch" application to use as a flashlight.
I took a break to clear some odds and ends from the bed of my truck into the extended cab so they wouldn't blow off on the drive. Then I decided to head inside the door to warm up a bit and report my status. I knew there was a garage full of tools that I could use to free up the stuck fastener, and I just needed to ask permission to be polite. I am confident that I had my phone in hand on my way back inside, and believe to have put it in my pocket before I walked in the door, but I cannot be sure. This is the last that I have any confidence in locating my phone.
There was another phone sitting on the ledge next to the doorway when I walked in, which caught my attention because it was a somewhat awkward spot to leave it. I spent a minute contemplating the reason it was there; had it fallen off the coffee table or couch, was it on a charger, or was it just left there for convenient access from the door?
Miranda's uncle was in bed because he had come down with a bad cold or flu infection. Miranda was standing at the doorway, watching a movie on the TV screen across the room that her aunt had been watching. I figured the movie must have been at a pivotal moment for them to both be so intent on watching it so I stood patiently and waited on it. Some guy got shot with a sniper or hunting rifle, apparently by his father, and both of the women were rather upset by it, but I couldn't figure out what the Hell was going on or explain the character reactions. 5 minutes later the movie ended with me still puzzled.
I was granted a rubber mallet to free the stuck tonneau cover, and succeeded in freeing it from the truck bed rail. As I recall, I did not need to pull my phone out for this part, but it's a blur. I might have. I returned to the womenfolk and the bench was passed out to Miranda and I whom carried it to the truck bed. It was at this time that Miranda informed me that she planned to lay the bench down beneath the tonneau cover. She expressed annoyance with me, and disappeared back inside to retrieve some children's books that were part of her gifts. I fought for a moment figuring out how I could secure the bench upright with a single bungee cord before admitting defeat to myself and reinstalling the tonneau cover to lay the bench beneath it.
I believe the tonneau cover is an Extang Trifecta something or other. It's a pretty decent product, and I believe it's supposed to have a lifetime warranty. I may need to test out what's covered by it because this is the second time that I've torn the foot pads off the truck bed in the cold.
With the bench and tonneau cover secured again I began walking back inside to find out why getting books was taking 15 minutes. As far as Miranda knew, her bench was sitting in a snowstorm uncovered this whole time so I would have thought she'd be a bit more hasty to return. She was already concerned about the snow damaging the bench.
I believe it was at this time that I realized that my phone was missing. I walked back into the heated garage expecting to find the womenfolk chatting, but instead as if from a movie scene was surprised by her uncle instead having a cigarette. We talked a bit to ease the tension as he smoked his cigarette. Miranda and I plan to buy a new TV since the screen is failing on our current model. The conversation grew from there. Eventually the womenfolk joined us, and joined in on the conversation. Shortly thereafter her uncle returned to go back to bed, and I informed the womenfolk of my missing phone.
Up until now I hadn't been overly worried about my phone. I figured I set it down somewhere in the commotion and we'd stumble upon it from searching. I traced my steps back inside the house to see if I had set it down on a bench beside the door. I walked back out to the truck, glaring at the snow-covered drive anticipating an upset phone looking back up at me. Miranda followed me out to the truck and called it from her phone. I was 100% confident that we'd hear a ring and see a screen light up in the bed of the truck where I had been using it as a flashlight 25 minutes prior. I was 100% wrong. I opened the cab of the truck as she redialed. She informed me that it was going straight to voicemail. It was at this time that I realized that my phone battery had died. Along with this realization, so too had died my expectation of locating the phone.
We traced my steps back inside, into the garage, and tried searching the truck again. No luck. We figured it was just difficult to find because of the bulk of bench sitting in the box of the truck, and optimistically opted to drive the bench to the school. We figured we'd search the truck again once we had removed the bench, and discover the phone sitting innocently, waiting in the cold.
I drove to the school, while Miranda remarked her concern over the conditions of the parking lot at the school. We had just received a great deal of snow overnight. Miranda confidently stated that the owner of the daycare would not leave the parking lot untended, even though it was closed down for a 2 week break for the holidays, but I questioned her assertion since last winter the parking lot was known to go unmaintained for weeks even during normal business operation.
The roads were snow covered and glare ice, and the graters and plows were literally in the middle of leveling the snow and smoothing the lanes. One lane I discovered abruptly ended as the plowing must have changed lanes leaving one lane uneven with several inches of virgin snow waiting to suck unsuspecting motorists into the deep ditches. Up ahead, a turning lane had been completely cut off by 18 inches of piled snow stacked up by a passing plow and left for an unsuspecting Prius to hang itself on.
We continued on to the school, shaking our heads at the state of the city streets. In all fairness, it was nearly midnight, but in all fairness the idiots running the city were trying to cut costs with little regard for the practicality of doing so. The roads were relatively quiet. We were among the few idiots left on them. I approached the school with 4x4 already active, from the outside lane, expecting to have to make a harsh entry over the plow's waste into an unkempt parking lot. Sure enough the parking lot was buried deep beneath an icing of snow, and the entryway was even worse. I decided against bursting into it full of optimism in my truck's ability to not get stuck. It was pretty late, cold, and we could think of nobody suited to rescue our truck at this hour with a happy attitude if the worst came to worst. The school had plenty of cots well suited to small children, but Miranda emphasized that they were not comfortable for adult-sized people.
I pulled into a side street and swung back around, trying to talk myself into an attempt. I decided to park across the street and investigate on foot first. Sure enough the parking lot was buried in about 7 inches of snow, and the entryway beneath more like 14 inches. My truck bed was relatively light, the only added weight being a 30 lb bench and the leverage afforded by 45 litres of petrol. My tires sport the ghosts of an all-season tread. In fairness, I believe my truck would come in and out of that without a problem. I've done similar stunts before without any signs of discomfort. Still my ambition to attempt it is limited, and worse still I've completely talked Miranda out of it. She's now terrified that we'll get stuck and have a terrible night dealing with the consequences, and that means that if we do get stuck it's all my fault and I'll never live it down.
We decide against it and begin our drive back to her aunt and uncle's house, retracing our steps in hopes of finding a very lucky smart phone shining brilliantly and pristinely in traffic as if it were a powerup in a video game having fallen after being abandoned and going unnoticed on the surface of my tonneau cover. In the meantime, her aunt now on a call with us ventured back into the driveway to see if she could find it now that my truck was out of the way. No luck.
PLAYER | BENCHES DELIVERED | PHONES LOST | SCORE
BAM | 0 | 1 | -9999
We have given up and returned home. We're fairly confident that I'm going to need to replace my phone. I just don't know what to replace it with. I had a Samsung Galaxy S5, and while its successors are physically faster, they seem to lack other features, like camera detail, removable battery, or water-resistance. Ideally, in "upgrading" my lost phone I'd like to improve upon or maintain balance across the board, rather than losing features and somewhat "downgrading".
I'm not the kind of person that stays up to date on the mobile device market. I couldn't even if I wanted to. This community used to be full of people with the required skill-set and ambition, and I'm hoping our reduced activity has maintained some of that. In short: what are your smart phone recommendations for me to replace my lost one in case I cannot locate and recover it? I favor Android devices since Apple devices seem more locked down and quirky, and there's probably no real need to mention any alternatives. Samsung seems like one of the more reliable manufacturers, but I have only owned 1 smart phone ever so that may just be ignorance talking.
I appreciate any feedback you can provide.
- Is that it? I still do not understand proper usage of "whom", but that sentence sounded poorly worded so I threw it in for the fuck of it.