I have a terrible habit of losing my cell phone in the strangest or sometimes obvious places.
Once last year, I lost it while riding in 50 acres of waist high grass, and since it was on vibrate, I had no way of finding it until the alarm went off at 6:30 the next morning. I waited out in the field, hoping I would hear that alarm go off. Luckily my plan worked.
Later that year, around October, I lost my cell phone again. No clue where it was, but I had looked everywhere and assumed it was gone on the trail somewhere. It wasn’t a big deal as my work provides me with a blackberry, so my personal phone was more of an emergency phone. I just waited the 5 months until I was due for a new phone.
Then on Monday, I went to the BlueJays game with Joe and Lee. At least 3 times, I rummaged through my purse in a panic thinking I had lost my phone. I literally would empty everything out of my purse in search of it. Every time, it turned out to be in my coat pocket. How embarrassing.
Well this morning I decided to snoop through my closet for a different jacket to wear and put on something suitable. But wait, why is the pocket heavy? Yes… there is the phone I lost in October…. in the pocket of a jacket. Figures.
Anyone want to buy a Bell phone?