This is the second time my black shorts have caused me lost cell phone grief. The first time was in Disney World-another story for another time. The second time was today. I had my phone when I got on the bus; I didn't have it when I got off. I didn't realize this until the bus had left.
Aaaa!
I was ticked. The lame pockets of these shorts hated me. They insist on chucking everything I put in there to hold.
I kept trying to think of worse things that could have happened, how cell phones are completely replaceable, how someone might just find my phone and call Kaleigh to return it to me.
Kaleigh, loyal friend that she is, called my phone all afternoon in hopes that someone would find it and, in the search to find a contact, would see that she called 20 ,000 times and just call her back.
Even this helpfulness could not take away my irritated state. I was out of contact with the entire world, even though almost everyone I know in Savannah lives within a 100 yard radius of me. It was just a phone for crying out loud. I shouldn't have been so attached that I felt somewhat not whole without my phone.
Thankfully, this evening the very kind bus driver called Kaleigh on my phone and arranged for me to retrieve it. I was ecstatic. My whole mood changed instantly. I thanked God for His answer to my prayer.
Now, with my phone safely back in my possession, I realize some adjustments need to be made in regard to my attachment to it. It is not the end of the world people. It is just a phone.
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