This happened a couple of weeks ago, but I never shared it, and as lame as it may make things here seem, I should still share.
You all remember my story about my cell phone making a run for freedom and never looking back (i.e., being turned in). I got quite a few comments about that entry.
A couple of weeks ago, Tracy’s sister Melissa and I were leaving the clinic. As we approached the car, I opened the back door to put in my bag that I carry around and there on the back seat floor was . . . my cell phone. Sigh.
The lost one. The one that I was convinced had tried to escape but in truth had apparently slipped out of my pants pocket and never left the car. Why in the world I retraced every step I took in the hospital trying to find this phone, but never considered thoroughly checking out the car, is a mystery. Or drug induced forgetfulness.
So now I have my old cell phone back. What a wimpy ending.