I did the dumbest thing yesterday. While grocery shopping in Tallahassee, I took my phone out of my purse to check the sales status of my book, Mayhem at the Happy Valley Motor Inn and Resort. That’s my current addiction. Unfortunately, the phone didn’t make it back into my purse. Instead I must have put it down on a shelf next to the organic soups.
At any rate, I didn’t notice that my phone was missing until I’d driven the twenty miles from the store to Doright Manor. And even then, I didn’t realize I’d left it until I needed to Google something. I’m embarrassed to say that once I realized the phone wasn’t in my purse or somewhere in the house, I panicked.
Since I couldn’t call the store because, duh, I didn’t have my phone, I had to drive all the back into Tallahassee and halfway across town to see if the phone was indeed at the store.
I’m normally a cautious driver, but nothing about this situation was normal. With all due haste I proceeded to race across town in hopes that the errant phone had been found and secured. I alternated between praying and calling myself an idiot, daring to hope the phone was safe.
And ladies and gentlemen, it was! I had to identify the phone and demonstrate that I could unlock it—do you know how hard it is to come up with your code when a stranger is watching? I did get it right on the second try.
Now I’ve vowed to NEVER take my phone out of my purse for any reason. Since I write all of my blog posts on my phone, that vow sure made writing this post challenging.