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A plain-clothes officer in England was patrolling the streets when an officer watching the same streets on CCTV radioed in about a suspicious person in the area:
The operator directed the officer, who was on foot patrol, as he followed the “suspect” on camera last month, telling his colleague on the ground that he was “hot on his heels”.
The officer spent around 20 minutes giving chase before a sergeant came into the CCTV control room, recognised the “suspect” and laughed hysterically at the mistake.
You couldn’t make this stuff up if you tried.
My experience destroying iPods and phones is just short of legendary (example 1, example 2, example 3, example 4, and example 5). Just when I thought I had kicked the habit of dropping them into toilets, off balconies, and in front of buses, I managed to one-up myself.
In May, New York Magazine listed some of the items in the waters around New York, and I’ll be letting them know that they can add a red iPod nano (Gen. 2) to the list.
I was out for a run on the East River Esplanade, and as I often do, I was holding my iPod in my hand. For some reason, I believe to scratch an itch, I tried to transfer the iPod between hands, and was less than successful. It fell, broke free from the headphones, and bounced over the edge. By the time I had stopped my forward momentum (no easy task) and made it to the edge, it was no where to be seen. It had disappeared into the murky depths of the East River, never to be seen again.
Hemingway once said he wrote his best work in just six words. I’ll give my latest phone woe a shot:
Dropped BlackBerry. Bus. Should’ve had insurance.
BlackBerry 8830 after being run over by a bus
What happens when you drop your BlackBerry in front of a moving NYC MTA bus? Well, let’s just say that the bus wins.
I was walking home from dinner and stopped at a red light on Second Avenue. I felt my BlackBerry buzz on my waist, so I reached up under my coat and started to pull it out. Somehow, it got loose, plummeted to the ground, and bounced its way into the street, right in front of an oncoming bus. I watched helplessly as my BlackBerry was run over by the behemoth.
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Well, it’s been more than a week since the incident and it seems to be fine. One thing I have noticed is that when I go out in the morning, and I go to turn it on, pressing the “play” button does not do anything. I have to press the “menu” button, have the Apple logo show up for a moment, but then it goes back to exactly where it was when it was last shut off, even if it was in the middle of the song. I don’t remember if it did that before the incident, but I know that the regular iPod does not do that.
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Today was a good test for the iPod.
When I woke up, the display of the iPod was back to normal. The scroll wheel was also functioning fine. If I didn’t know that this iPod had been in the toilet for a few minutes, I wouldn’t know there was anything wrong with it.
I had to go into the office today and used the iPod for the 25 minute walk there without a problem. After finishing in the office, I walked to the fish store and back to the office (total of 60 minutes) and the iPod functioned flawlessly. I also listed to it on the way home from the office without issue.
I’ll need to test it for a few more days before I feel it is fine, but with today’s test, it worked flawlessly.
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It’s been charging a couple of hours now and the display now shows the large full battery icon and it says “Charged” at the top. I unplugged it from the USB cable, and it seems to be working fine right now. The scroll wheel is still a bit weird and the display hasn’t changed from before, but it is playing music.
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Peaches and cream made with sour cream. Actually, wasn’t that bad.
I was on my way to work one day, and as I descended the subway steps to the N, R, and W line, I noticed that a train was waiting on the platform with the doors open. I ran down the steps and toward the door to the train.
Being that it was the morning and my mind was not up to speed yet, I forgot that I’m 6’6” and on those lines I must lower my head a little bit to get in without knocking myself out.
There were two hits.
The first was my head hitting the top of the door. The second was my body hitting the ground. I was stunned that one moment I was running for the train, and the next I was looking up at the ceiling of the platform with pain coming from my forehead. The lower half of my body was in the train, while the rest of me was on the platform.
The doors tried to close, but my waist prevented them. Someone on the train asked if I was OK. I said that I thought so as I tried to raise myself from my inclined position. I managed to get up and get in the car before the doors tried to close again.
I developed a small bump on my head that lasted for six days as a result of the incident.
I’ve learned that I should no longer run for a train. If I make it, I make it. If not, another one will be along in a few minutes.
One nice summer evening I was at a get together at a friends apartment. The apartment’s on the 26th floor and has a balcony with a very nice view. I was on said balcony enjoying the view and talking on my cell phone, when my buddy (who we’ll call “Einstein”) came up behind me and slapped me on the back, to say “Hi”. This slap cause my phone to leap from my hand, hit the balcony floor, and fall off the balcony toward the courtyard below.
I never actually saw the phone hit the courtyard because it was dark. When I got down to the lobby of the building and asked the doorman if he heard something fall into the courtyard, he told me that the cellphone was in a lot of pieces as he handed me a few of the bigger pieces.
It’s about 8:30am on a weekday morning, and I’m on my way to work. It’s early March, and the Winter has been relatively mild. The temperature is in the mid-forties.
As the subway approached the 23rd Street stop, I started to move into position to exit the car. So did others. The doors opened, and we all made to move to get out. As I was leaving the car, just as I was about the move my left foot from behind me to in front of me, the person behind me managed to step on the back of my foot and pin my shoe to the floor. I fell forward, out of my shoe, and out of the car. I managed to get up and start to go back for my shoe, but alas, I was too late. The doors closed.
I waited right next to the door hoping that it would open quickly enough for me to get my foot in there to keep it from closing, and someone on the inside would hand me my shoe. No such luck. The subway started to move, and my shoe was on a nice little trip to the Brooklyn Bridge.
Dejected, I trudged to work. My little toes got quite cold during the four block walk to my office. I must have looked a little funny walking around without a shoe, but this is NYC, people have seen a lot weirder.
After getting to work, and enduring quite a few comments about my lack of attire (“what, you get dressed in the dark?”, “Can’t afford two shoes?”, etc.) I started to do some work until 10am when the shoe store a few blocks away would open.
After walking over to the shoe store and finding a pair of shoes that I liked, the salesperson asked what happened to my shoe. I explained, and he told me that I was about the fourth person that year that he had seen with the same problem.
At least I’m not alone.
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