Yesterday I experienced something that really chapped my hide. Ironically, the source of my aggravation was.....ME.
The scene: I was on my way to work and had just exited the freeway. I was sitting at a red light when I grabbed for my cell phone and couldn't find it. My phone is usually in a case on my belt, but it wasn't there. Or on the seat beside me. Or on my car's console. That could only mean one thing:
*scary music*
I left my phone at home.
Ooooooh noooooo!
I felt absolutely lost. It would be like a cop going to work without his gun, or a banker going to work without his mask.
It never really dawned on me how dependent I am on my cell phone. It's my ONLY phone. Like about half the population I gave up my land line years ago, relying just on my cell. I make personal calls, business calls, read and send emails....I even use it as a flashlight.
It gets worse....I have an extensive directory of several hundred names on my phone, both personal friends and business associates, and without that directory my phone is little more than a shiny, sleek rock. I couldn't call K, my bro, Cellphone Users Anonymous, or anyone. I didn't know their phone numbers. I was thinking of calling 911 just to talk to someone.
Finally my bro came out to our jobsite where he found me pacing aimlessly. He went back and brought me our old office flip phone, but again, without email or my directory of contacts, it was of little use.
It was one miserable day. :(
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