Prologue: I found an ipod nano on my street one night at like 3 a.m. when me and Frank Xia were walking home.

Chapter 1: “Shit, I can’t find my ipod anywhere!” complained a distraught narrator.

Chapter 2: Usually, when I’m about to grab a load of laundry from the dryer, I quickly slide the basket to the door of the dryer when I’m about to grab the clothes.  It’s really a precautionary tactic to possibly save the renegade sock that wants to fall on the floor and get all dusty.  This time, the only thing that fell into the basket was the lost ipod.

Epilogue: “Still works.” says the grinning narrator.