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The following sequence of events are based on a true story.  The following photographs provide verification of these events.  I couldn’t make this stuff up.

Tuesday evening, June 3rd, 2008 around 6:00pm EST.  I’m preparing to leave the office for the day.  I’ve just met with Ishee on various business related topics.  He assumed his usual seat in my brown leather arm chair in my office.  He is preparing to leave as well to make a dinner date that he and his wife have with another couple.  However, as he’s leaving, he realizes that he has misplaced his cell phone.

I suggest that he call his number, but he says its on vibrate.  Regardless, its our only shot of finding his cell phone.  So, he calls his number and I begin to hear a buzzing noise in my office.  Aha!  His cell phone fell out of his pocket in between the seat cushion of the arm chair.  Simple.  Open and shut case.  Right?  Let’s all go home and leave for the day.  Right?  Um…  Wrong.

The cell phone could be heard.  In fact, it could be heard 13 times from calling Ishee’s number.  Unfortunately for my arm chair, the cell phone could be heard but not seen.

These photos show the following course of events that transpired over the next 45 minutes.

Photo #1 - Just lift up the cushion and retrieve the cell phone.  Piece of cake.

Photo #2 - Something seems amiss.  He cannot reach the cell phone.  

Photo #3 - Maybe if he turns it upside down, that will help it fall out.

In retrospect, the flipping upside down of the arm chair proved to be a catastrophe.  It further lodged the cell phone within the nether regions of the arm chair.

Photo #4 - This photo is not blurry because of a shaky hand or a poor camera, I assure you.  Rather, its due to the fact that he is visibly and forcibly shaking the the arm chair.  It got aggressive.  

Photo #5 - Here lies the aftermath.  It got ugly.  Scissors got involved.  A miniature Louisville Slugger baseball bat was utilized.  Three people were involved in the search and rescue mission.  Many calls were made to the missing, hidden cell phone.  It somehow got itself perfectly lodged in between the wood of the arm so that it couldn’t be accessed.  Finally, after 45 minutes, Wes was able to retrieve the cell phone.

Needless to say, Ishee was late for his dinner party.  My arm chair got demolished.  Bruised, battered and beaten.  I got called a jackass (deservedly so) for insisting on taking photographs of Ishee while he was in distress.

But, as they say, a photo is worth a thousand words, right?  I think these photos perfectly tell the story.  

How do we get anything done during the day???