Monday, March 26, 2007
Phones
Let's face it, I'm not a big cell phone power user. The average month probably sees me using 10 - 15 minutes - and probably half of that time is just trying to figure out how to use it again. So it should come as no surprise that once again I lost my cell phone. (Actually, if you find something after losing it, can you actually say that you lost it, or is misplaced more correct?) Anyway, I didn't know where it was. In the past I've misplaced it in the Post Office parking lot (twice), the Jade Garden parking lot, a friend's house (twice), under the car seat (more than once) and probably a few other areas I don't remember. So far, however, luck has been with me and I keep finding it.
This weekend I reached a new low in misplacing my phone. I went with some friends to a museum and knowing my aptitude for losing my cellphone from my blue jeans left it in an inside pocket of my jacket. I ended up leaving my jacket in their car - not missing the cell phone in the least - while we went museum visiting and later restaurant eating. After all that, I visited their house to watch a little TV, after tossing my jacket into my car, before finally getting home around 10pm. And getting in the house, I decided to look at my cellphone to see if I had gotten one of my rare calls on it. Aha - couldn't find it. I looked in the inside pocket of my jacket and it wasn't there. I went back out to my car and looked in the seat - no phone. Rats!
The first thing I guessed was that it fell out of my jacket in my friend's car so I went to call them. I reached for the cordless phone on the wall to call them and it was gone! No problem since the phone has a Page on it that rings the phone so you can track it down. Nary a peep. I tried a couple more times and couldn't hear anything. Rats, another phone missing. (It turns out the battery of the cordless phone had gone dead since I left it off the charger overnight. It turned up in the bathroom where I had used the previous night.) So I go upstairs to use that phone to call my friends and ask them to go crawling around their car in hopes of finding my cellphone. I called the cellphone number a couple of times but they couldn't hear it. I thanked them and went back downstairs to look under the seats in my car with no luck. So I get back to the house and hear my cellphone ringing. It's hard for me to tell exactly where a high-pitched noise is coming from but I could narrow it down to one side of the kitchen. I looked in my jacket again with no luck and then finally noticed another jacket. Doh!
It turns out, I'd forgotten which jacket I had been wearing that day and had been looking the wrong jacket for my phone. So I called my friends once more to let them know I found my errant cellphone and sorry for having bothered them so late. Sigh - stupid cellphone. Now I have to also find a battery for my cordless phone.
