My telephone spent the night outside last night. I didn’t do it on purpose, actually that sort of forgetfulness is not like me at all. But it’s true. The poor little device spent the entire evening outside in the cup holder of my car.
This morning when I realized that it was all suspiciously quiet around here, I noted that my phone wasn’t plugged into its charger. I looked through my pants, my jacket, and all round my desk. The phone was nowhere to be found. I assumed that it was in the car, and wondered if a little cell phone wasn’t just the sort of bait a crack head needs to break my window and rifle the car for durable goods. I leave my car completely empty. I never leave anything in it at all. No garbage, no paper, no boxes, no equipment, nothing. I learned this technique the hard way… where in a city like San Francisco a crumpled up piece of paper is all the fuel a freak needs to smash your window and unfold it to see what might be inside. Cause you know we all hide money and extra drugs in the old cups, water bottles, and wads of paper we toss onto the floor of our vehicles, right? Well, it looks like the homeless are on to us, so it’s time to clean out your car.
When I approached the car, all was well. The phone was sitting happily right where I’d left it last night. There was even a much better parking place just ahead of where I was parked. I climbed in, looked in wonder at the 63 missed calls, and 27 new text messages. I cleared out the menu, moved my car into her new space, and slipped the telephone into my pocket. While it did promptly run right out of battery power, the phone seems to have forgiven me. Wasn’t mad at all. What a cool phone.
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Lucky you. About a month ago, I was not so lucky as I dropped my Blue Tooth ear piece outside a Starbucks and it was no where to be found several hours later. Of course, I did not have Forrest’s picture on my device to protect it.