Eh, how bad can it really get?

Told them I'd walk if they touched the pockets.

Wasted three rolls" is a special kind of pain. Did your friend have to show you, or was it one of those things that seems stupid obvious once you finally see it?

Man, pottery shards will do that. I got talked into a volunteer day at a site in Arizona once. Spent eight hours sifting dirt in the sun, found one tiny piece of a bowl rim. Felt like I'd won the lottery. It's just a brown chip, but it makes the whole thing real.

Sounds like a small price to pay for the nostalgia trip.