Meanwhile, Andy had been talking to the other clerk, who tried to hook the camera up to something to see if it worked. He couldn't find the adapter, so he finally grabbed the battery from the store model of our camera and put it in ours, and ours suddenly started working. I heard Andy and him talking about going to the other Ritz and asked why, and the clerk said it was because there were no batteries in stock. I then pulled out the one the manager had handed me; the one he'd set aside when I called.
It turned out that it was too late to get the contents of the flash card onto a disk, so we decided to see if the new battery did the trick, and only worry about the disk if it didn't. The clerk also suggested that if the new battery doesn't work that it might be our charger. Both Andy and I are vastly relieved that the camera worked with the store battery -- buying a new battery or a new charger is way better than having to buy a new camera. In fact, if it had been the camera we probably would have had to shunt it behind the new car, something else which Andy wants to get fairly soon but which I've forgotten, and the elliptical.
As noted in callicrates' latest entry, tomorrow we go out car-hunting. We'll hopefully be able to drop off the pictures at the adopt-a-thon and get my key so I don't have to bug the store clerks every time I volunteer. Aside from that I have no idea what we'll be doing. Charlie had suggested a birthday dinner with Andy, but that was before the accident, and we've been pretty much tunnel-visioned on the latter, so we'll see.