Anyway I set the pieces back in its tote and worked on the driver. Once his body and legs were done I tried to fit him in the seat. He wouldn't fit. I have the halftrack buttoned up as they are in combat/firing mode. With the door closed and everthing in place the driver would not fit as is.
(I might have to remove his legs on try to fit it that way or something. But that's for later.) So as I'm trying to get the driver in place I bump a small part in the driver's compartment and knock it off. 
As I'm putting the halftrack down I fat finger the headlamp. I end up removing it so I can resecure it correctly. A little CA later and we're good to go. Well I had been out long enough so I started to straighten up for the night. As I reach for the bowl with all the crew commander's parts I hit it and it tips over scattering all the parts out. Most land on the table but I hear one hit the little metal stool next to my worktable. It's the handset of course. The only one I have.
No problem I have concrete floors in my workshop it shouldn't be too hard to find. 15 mins later I head in to the house and have the wife and my oldest come help. 15 mins and a lot of sweeping of floors and moving of objects later we decide it's gone.
My daughter, who is a model builder herself, and I decide we'll make a new one. We find the perfect piece in the scrap box. All it needed is a little sanding and to be bent to shape and it would be perfect. I cut the peice off and it flies off the other side of the table.
All I could do was laugh. It was either that or cry.
We find some caps from a jerry can and the right piece of hose from some engine or something and make what will be a passable handset after some more sanding and some paint.
I came in before something worse happens.
Sometimes this relaxing hobby can be so dang frustrating.
