Actually, I didn’t lose my phone. I just left it on hubby’s desk at Vision Forum while I went on a quick shopping errand. To tell the truth, I was the one who was lost. I was lost without my phone.
I didn’t realize it was missing until I arrived at Costco. My first thought was, “I’m cut off from the world! I need to tell Facebook!” Oops. Can’t do that.
My next thought was, “I need to call Perry and let him know that I don’t have my phone with me in case he tries to call me.” Oops. Can’t do that.
Third: “I’ll just shop quickly and go straight back. Where’s my list?” It was on my phone.
Whimper. What time was it? How long did I have before I needed to be back? How would I know what “quickly” meant? I wouldn’t. I wanted to throw back my head and howl like Woody on Toy Story, “I’m a lost toy!”
I suddenly wondered if I was capable of completing a transaction without my phone. If that sounds ridiculous, please understand that my husband likes me to have my phone with me at all times, so naturally I’ve gotten used to having it with me, well, ALL THE TIME. I can’t remember the last time I shopped without my phone. What did I need to do this? Cash or debit card – OK. Costco card – OK. My list – I could work around that. Anything else? Do I need an app to buy stuff at Costco? No? Sigh of relief.
I dug around in my purse and found a pen and an old-fashioned notepad. Apparently I still keep paper in my purse for emergencies like this. Then I dug around in my brain and found most of my Costco list. All in all, I think I did well. If anyone noticed my hands shaking, I still say it was just from hunger after a low-carb lunch.
In my shaken state of mind, I forgot to ask a stranger for the time and just hurried straight back to Vision Forum, skipping my other planned stop because I didn’t know if I had time and was not at all confident that I could remember the list for that store.
Evo and I have been reunited, none the worse for wear. I only missed one call, two text messages and two items on my list.
I’m sharing this as a warning to those of you who don’t have smart phones. Take it from a girl who didn’t even want one: they are powerfully addictive.
My husband, on the other hand, thinks there is another lesson here. He says the real problem is that I just don’t use my phone enough. He says he never would have made it out of the driveway without missing his.by