What Once Was Lost Now Is Found

So I had a great post all ready for today. It went a little something like this:

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Lost: One cell phone.

Last Seen: In my hand.

Responds to: um… calling it?

Likes: To be plugged in, answered, and talked to.

I last saw my cell phone on Friday afternoon. I was talking on it. And then it disappeared. I got into my car, came home, and it was gone. I’m a little worried about it. I don’t think it’s ever been out of the house this long on its own before (assuming it is, in fact, out of the house.)

I came home and left within five minutes to go the library. I couldn’t find it before we left. Within the half hour it took me to get home after the last phone call, it was gone. I didn’t have the car windows open, so I don’t think that it jumped out. It’s never been one to hang its antenna outside even when the weather was nice anyway.

I was careful when I opened the car door, so I don’t think that it made its getaway then, either. It isn’t in my car. It isn’t in our house. It isn’t at work. But it’s still alive. It rings when I call it (except for the fact that it’s on vibrate, so it really isn’t that loud). No one else is using it, so I don’t know if it’s safe and warm or lost out in a ditch somewhere.

If you’ve seen it, please contact me as soon as possible. I may be offering a reward (the reward may be as good as a box of Girl Scout cookies).

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Maybe there would have been more to it. Maybe I would have recounted some of the good time we had. Maybe I would have explained I didn’t ask for help earlier because I was too worried about it, and I didn’t want to emotional open up to the interweb like that.

I came home today, ready to post my plea for help. I never thought that I would be attached to my phone. And I’m not. But I’m attached to all the things in my phone, like my phone numbers and reminders and birthdays. And I didn’t really feel like buying a new phone when the one I have works just fine.

Yesterday, after I looked through the house and my car for the two hundred thirteenth time, Rhiannon commented that if she found it, I would probably feel pretty stupid. I said that I would take the feeling of stupidity just to have my phone back.

Feeling stupid isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

I was sure I didn’t have the phone when we left for the library. In Rhiannon’s car. I didn’t look in her car. Never considered it. 100% sure it wasn’t there was I.

She said it took about 30 seconds to find it. There it was, hanging out safe and sound under the passenger seat in her car. The only reason it took 30 seconds was that the passenger door was locked, so she had to walk around to the driver’s side door and unlock the whole car.

I have my phone. I apologized. It accepted and licked my face a little. I think we’re going to be ok.