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.
