I forgot my phone.
I’m sitting in the auto repair shop entrance where I’m waiting for my car’s oil change, and I forgot to bring my smart phone along.
My smart phone. Hah!
If it’s so smart, why didn’t it warn me I was leaving the house without it? Would it have been such a big deal for it to say,
“Hey Monica, forgetting something?”
No can do. Not that smartie-pants phone. So it’s on me, and I can’t help but wonder: Why do I seem to always forget my phone–my lifeline and my raison d’être? Seriously, I even write Post-it notes and stick them on the garage door, that say,
DON’T FORGET YOUR PHONE!
Guess I forgot to read it. Maybe I need to add another Post-it note to my door that says:
Don’t forget to read the note that says don’t forget your phone!
I could tie a string around my finger but knowing me I’d forget why I have a string around my finger and assume it’s to remind me to buy a loaf of bread from the store, though heaven knows I have no business buying bread from any store. Two words: Carb City.
Fresh, crusty French bread lathered in butter, or warm Parkhouse rolls, oozing in butter. Deliriously delicious! Toasted sesame or everything bagels–and have you tried the new-fangled pretzel bagel? OMG, they’re through the roof!
But I digress.
No phone. Might as well have no air to breathe. I mean, what if my daughter is trying to call me to tell me some very important news? What if my hair salon is calling to remind me of my eyebrow waxing appointment and I miss it altogether? Will I be doomed to have bushy eyebrows forever?
I’m just going to rummage one more time through my purse and the gazillion things I carry in it with the hopes of finding that darn phone–
Dash it all. No dice.
I don’t have my phone, for crying out loud. And I’m sitting in this auto repair shop staring at an empty water cooler, with no idea when my car will be ready.
So I’m stuck here. Without a clue and without a phone.
And not a drop of drinking water in that water cooler, to boot! Thirsty anyone? Too bad!
I could take a walk around the block while I’m waiting but without my phone, I won’t be able to get a call from the mechanic notifying me that my car is ready.
When did I become so dependent on my phone? When did it become my crutch?? And how on earth did I ever survive pre-smart phone??
Without my phone I can’t listen to music. I can’t read up on the news or check the stock market. I’m unable to see my news feed on Facebook. Forget Snapchat and Instagram. And who knows what’s trending on Twitter? There’s no perusing my e-reader today either, for that matter. Sigh.
Checking email, the movie listings or calling a lifeline is not going to happen. Texting anyone is out of the question! I can’t even take a photo or video of the adorable Scottie that just sauntered into the auto shop (with what appears to be its equally handsome owner).
Ack! I’m so out of it. Might as well be waiting for my car on the moon! Maybe I should cut short my getting my car serviced so I can go home and rescue my phone from its loneliness without me. My phone needs me!
On the other hand, what if Henry and Oliver are taking advantage of the situation and using my cell phone to make crank calls–or worse, robot calls for Donald Trump? What if they’re spending my hard-earned cash downloading apps like Pet Shop and Candy Crush?
Or, what if Henry is using my phone to call the Queen of England? After all, he’s been hoping to get a presence with Her Highness with the hopes of taking his rightful place at the throne.Curse you, memory, for letting me forget my phone!
Now, how about you, dear reader? Have you ever left your phone behind and how did you manage?
Incidentally, it will behoove you to know that I will soon be returning to Brazil for another round of training educators on teaching science to young kids. So, I may or may not be posting again before I go, as I have tons to do to get ready. But that’s okay. Until I return, feel free to talk amongst yourselves!
Happy Trails and wish me luck! (Something tells me I’m going to need it.)