So George, I said to my wife...
"Lucie, you remember that time we were in Africa, on that safari, and that herd of elephants started stampeding, and all hell broke loose, and you were more concerned about your pretty little hat and your nice new dress, and we all were, like, running to get the hell out of there just as quick as we could, and you said 'Hold on, Lionel, I want to phone my friend Edith', and I said 'No honey, I don't think that's a good idea right now', and then you threw the phone at me..." and the last thing I remember that day is looking over my shoulder at a huge bull elephant charging towards me.
Anyway George, the Mogambi tribe of the Serengeti were kind enough to mail our phone back to us. That little white thing that I'm pointing to used to be the number 8. 'Course, it used to be a bit smaller, before that darned bull elephant went and stepped on the damn thing.
Darned if I can tell where the antenna is.