Where’s my phone? (New levels of dopiness)

Need to leave. Where’s my phone?

Not on the counter. Not on my bedside table. Not on the desk. Not on the kitchen table. Not on the dresser. Not on the couch.

Look again in all those places. Not found.

Really need to go.

Reach for home phone. Dial mobile number. It rings.

It’s in my pocket. Oh man. Not good.

* * *


Oh. My mobile says a missed call. From a private number.

No voicemail was left. Why do these people not leave a voicemail so I can ring them back?

Oh, wait…

It was me.

By Daniel Bowen

Transport blogger / campaigner and spokesperson for the Public Transport Users Association / professional geek.
Bunurong land, Melbourne, Australia.
Opinions on this blog are all mine.

3 replies on “Where’s my phone? (New levels of dopiness)”

A long time ago, when I was just a little bub, Mum and Dad had some guests over at our house. Everyone was sitting outside when a typical Melbourne change of weather came through and it started raining a little. Everyone came inside quickly, then Mum turned around a little freaked out.

Mum: “Paul*, where’s the Samuel?, it’s raining you didn’t leave him outside did you?”
Mum: “Carol [my sister] you didn’t see little Samuel did you?”
Mum: “Why didn’t anyone pick him up! Where is he? Go out and get him quickly!”
Dad (in a very calm collected voice): “Lauren, it might be best to just look down slowly”.

When Mum did look down she saw little Samuel, who was breastfeeding at the time.

*All names have been changed simply because my mother would be horrified if I posted this story online and it could be connected to her!

@Andrew – Assuming you’re talking about the VOIP questions Daniel was asking about a while ago, he’d still be able to call his mobile from the VOIP line.

ha ha. We all have similar stories. Similar to someone “losing” their spectacles when they are resting on their head. D’oh!

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