| Current mood: |  relieved |
| Current music: | Tom Waits - Telephone Call From Istanbul [Live] |
Keep Me Hanging on The Telephone.
I made a joke at Awexome Hour on friday that the song Hanging On The Telephone by Blondie (originally by the Nerves), the song... while great is very antiquated, as cell phone technology has changed things completely. It's more like hanging on a text message now... heck you can't even FIND a phone booth these days.
I spend most of the morning and early afternoon tearing up my apartment trying to find it.
I seem to recall looking at it after I got home, even though it mysteriously was not on the charger.
Did I wash it in the laundry?
Did I drop it under the bed?
all of these are very un-Conan like things to do, but not outside the realm of possibility.
So I send myself a text message over the internet, hoping that i'll hear the message... nothing.
not a peep, not a vibrate.
I start to realize that it's possible it could have dropped out of my pocket.
I try to retrace my steps and remember when I saw it last... i realize it was when I dropped off Heather #2 ( I can't bring to call her H-bomb sorry)... so it has to be in the Supernaut or dropped on the way up to my apartment.
Check the supernaut, nothing but some garbage that needs cleaning out.
... i decide to check my hunch.
Sure thing, I check my e-mail and i've got an e-mail from Alpha Heather and Scott both saying that an Indian dude called me from my number saying that he had found it.
Interestingly Heather thought I was trying to prank call her with a fake accent. heh.
anyway, I remember that there are 2 phone booths by the gas station in front of the longs so I go to use them.
Guess what? Vandalized. Totally destroyed, and it doesn't look like they are going to be replaced anytime soon either.
Quite the predicament.
however there are about 4 cell phone stores in my neighborhood, so I walk into one of them.
"I've got something of a random request: I lost my cell phone and I need to call the guy that has it, could I use a phone to make a call?"
She tells me sure, that all of them call out... so I call the dude, and meet up with him.
He actually lives the next street over, so it's easy.
Sure enough he has it, and sure enough, I dropped it on my way up my hill back home.
*whew*
Dodged that bullet.
-C.
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