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Lost Cell Phone Redux
June 5, 2014
Wow! Another embarrassing "lost phone" story. I hate when this happens...
I have a little belt holster for my phone, with a magnetic flap. Yesterday a friend called me to come help him with a small task. I put the phone in it's holster (I was sure) clipped my reading glasses under the flap, and headed outside to the motorcycle. Pulled out the glasses and put them in a pocket on the bike windshield, donned my leather jacket and drew it's belt over the holster's flap, ensured the phone was snug, and proceeded to ride the 16 miles to my friend's house.
On arriving and removing my jacket, NO PHONE!
Panic time! Had it somehow gotten out of the holster and was it laying on the side of the road somewhere? Nah, not possible. The jacket belt over the flap could not possibly have let it get out.
Perhaps it was laying in the driveway at home beside where the bike had been parked, assuming I had dropped it while fussing with the glasses and the magnetic flap. Borrowing my friend's laptop, I went to Google to "Find My Phone". No good! Google didn't recognize his laptop, and wanted to send a security code to my phone to allow access! Bummer.
Borrowed his phone to call my wife. No dice, can't remember her number! We never dial numbers any more because our phones remember them for us! We hadn't had these new numbers very long and I hadn't really learned them.
Called my phone. It's on and working, it rang without going immediately to voice mail. So it's not likely laying in pieces on the side of the road after falling off at 60 MPH.
Called both my daughter and son-in-law to ask if they could call my wife, or at least tell me her number. No dice, neither answers the phone!
Decided I need to immediately get on the bike and ride back home, and as I was preparing to do so, the last few working brain cells came to life and I remembered my wife's number. Called her, asked her to look for my phone.
Couple minutes later she calls back. Yep, phone is right on my desk where I left it!!