Jack lost his cell phone last week. The belt clip wasn’t strong enough I guess, because he said he’d knock it off all the time but always was aware when it happened. This time he has some idea where he lost it, somewhere in the big hospital but no luck finding it. He called me as soon as he knew it was missing and I promply got online and deactivated it. The lost and found system at the hospital is odd (you call and leave a message and they’ll call you if it’s found/turned in.) This isn’t the first time he’s lost/broken a cell phone.
Then last night we went to (gag) Wal*Mart. (I can’t stand Wal*Mart.) And while we were shopping I had my cell phone in my hand. At one point we were browsing a certain section and I remember setting it in the seat part of our basket, then feeling paranoid about it exposed while I had my back turned so I put it on the counter in front of me… then walked off and left it there.
It was probably a half hour later when I realized I didn’t have it. I was devastated. TWO cell phones lost in less than a week and mine is totally necessary for work. I was absolutely certain it’d be gone forever since the girls working at counter we were at knew nothing about it and said no one turned it in. She suggested I go to customer service and see if someone turned it in there. I did so thinking it was a waste of time..
But someone did turn it in and I got it back! And Jack was disappointed, haha! When he lost his last week, I told him that now we can get a nicer phone for the money we paid for his, and due to his history with the gadgets his work gives him, I’d be getting the new one. (And cellphone insurance while we’re at it. Who knew there was such a thing?) So he was actually pretty smug about me losing mine.. saying “ha, now we both get nicer new phones!”
Sorry, honey!
Jack
