“Noooooooooo!” I scream at the top of my lungs as I stand on the pavement in front of the storm drain that my phone fell down. With a sinking feeling in my heart, I peer into the drain and spot coins that are scattered across my broken phone. Immediately, I run down the street to my neighbor’s house and ask him if he can do anything about. To my surprise, he pulls out a red ladder. Annoyed, I tell him it won’t be useful and he takes it back. Even worse, that was a new phone. What will I do?