Yesterday, I had The Pony take a photo for me, using my phone. "Send it to my email," I said, little-did-I-know-ingly. The phone locked up. It's done that before. Last month, to be precise. At the same time. It's always right after school. I think it's because we get no reception inside the building.
There it was. Dead. The Pony had HIS phone. It's not like I have not survived the major portion of my life without a cell phone. But I wanted it working. I wanted that picture sent. The last time, we tried to call the #1 son at robot practice. Again, a dead zone down in that building.
It's not that The Pony and I are stupid. We knew that we needed to turn off the phone and reboot it. But it was locked up. Not going off. Our next goal was to remove the battery momentarily. But we didn't know how to get the cover off. The Pony said that prying it felt like he was breaking the cover. Sliding it didn't happen. He tried. I tried. Nothing. I thought it might be that clear protective coating #1 applied to it. Upon closer inspection. the coating was not in the crevices where it would impede un-covering.
With robot practice over now, The Pony called #1. "Mom's phone is locked up, and we can't get it to work. We TRIED that! It's locked up. Yes. We know. We don't know how to get the cover off. Oh! Seriously? Yeah. That worked! Okay. Bye."
We had been trying to slide the cover down off the bottom, rather than up off the top.
If we were chimpanzees, we would starve to death while termites teemed in bulging mounds around us, and sticks littered the ground at our feet.