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.
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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?
It was me.