I arrived at the airport in plenty of time. My flight was delayed, enabling me to grab a quick breakfast. While waiting for the food to arrive, I decided to check out my cell phone. It had to be SOMEWHERE in my black carry on, I told myself as I rummaged through it. No luck.
I unloaded everything. Still no phone. The only other customer at Max and Erma’s was a kind man who lent me his phone. I called my sister, suspecting that the phone had fallen out in her trunk (still my hope). No answer. I left a message.
“Try calling your phone,” the man suggested. Of course!
“It’s ringing SOMEWHERE,” he said with a smile.
“Yes. I hope it is in my sister’s car’s trunk, or maybe on my couch.”
After thanking him and eating breakfast, I retraced my steps, even had assistance from the policeman at the Lost and Found department.
So far, the phone has not appeared. I should walk to the gate and be ready to board in 15 minutes. Keep checking this blog, not so much to see if the phone turns up, but for updates on a week without a cell phone. Something almost unthinkable to us today, but unheard of when I first began traveling. Our dependence on technology is taken for granted. A missing cell phone is a strong reminder!
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