My absentmindedness hasn't really bothered me too much this term - typically, I'll misplace the odd thing here and there but I've been doing pretty well for 4 months... until today!
This morning, when I headed out to attend a couple of final exam review sessions, I realized that my cellphone wasn't sitting in my coat pocket. Surprisingly, I didn't go into full-blown panic mode. I calmly checked around my room and the common areas of the house, but didn't find anything. The night before, I'd gone out for dinner to celebrate my roommate's birthday, so I figured I must have accidentally dropped it there without realizing it before I left. I still had the receipt in my wallet (which, thankfully, was not in the same pocket as my phone) so I was able to call the restaurant to ask them if they'd seen it.
The dice were not rolling in my favour. Unfortunately, the restaurant had no good news for me, saying that they'd keep a lookout for it. Too bad.
I was able to put the lost phone towards the recesses of my mind so I could focus on the review sessions, but I tried calling my phone every once in awhile just to see if someone would pick up. I actually was able to get my voicemail after a few rings every time I tried, so that was a bit comforting.
After my first review session, I decided to head home to see if perhaps I'd missed something during my morning search. While I searched, I kept calling my phone, hoping that it had now been found by a good Samaritan. On the second try, my phone said hello to me!
Well, okay, the phone didn't, but my wishes for a good Samaritan came true. It turns out that the phone fell out of my pocket while I was walking from the car to the house last night, and the poor device landed onto our neighbour's steps, unnoticed until this morning.
I raced next door and retrieved my Nokia, all smiles! Thank goodness nothing terrible happened! I think that was one of the first times I've left a non-empty pocket unzipped these past four months, and Murphy had to step in. Ah well, happy endings are always good.
This morning, when I headed out to attend a couple of final exam review sessions, I realized that my cellphone wasn't sitting in my coat pocket. Surprisingly, I didn't go into full-blown panic mode. I calmly checked around my room and the common areas of the house, but didn't find anything. The night before, I'd gone out for dinner to celebrate my roommate's birthday, so I figured I must have accidentally dropped it there without realizing it before I left. I still had the receipt in my wallet (which, thankfully, was not in the same pocket as my phone) so I was able to call the restaurant to ask them if they'd seen it.
The dice were not rolling in my favour. Unfortunately, the restaurant had no good news for me, saying that they'd keep a lookout for it. Too bad.
I was able to put the lost phone towards the recesses of my mind so I could focus on the review sessions, but I tried calling my phone every once in awhile just to see if someone would pick up. I actually was able to get my voicemail after a few rings every time I tried, so that was a bit comforting.
After my first review session, I decided to head home to see if perhaps I'd missed something during my morning search. While I searched, I kept calling my phone, hoping that it had now been found by a good Samaritan. On the second try, my phone said hello to me!
Well, okay, the phone didn't, but my wishes for a good Samaritan came true. It turns out that the phone fell out of my pocket while I was walking from the car to the house last night, and the poor device landed onto our neighbour's steps, unnoticed until this morning.
I raced next door and retrieved my Nokia, all smiles! Thank goodness nothing terrible happened! I think that was one of the first times I've left a non-empty pocket unzipped these past four months, and Murphy had to step in. Ah well, happy endings are always good.
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