That time I lost my phone… and found it in my purse

You ever have one of those weeks that no matter what you do, crazy stuff still happens? This is one of those weeks for me.

Last night, we were leaving work at 12:15 am. Not too bad considering, and I wasn’t even too tired. I recall grabbing my phone from my purse before we clocked out and did our bag checks. I set it on the counter to then find my keys. This bag is a major black hole. No matter what you’re looking for, it will be on the bottom of the bag. I locate my keys. We then head for the door and walk out to our cars. The blast of arctic wind took us by surprise, so I hustled over to my car. Normally, I grab my phone and throw it on the seat (in the rare chance anyone calls or if I need it because of that whole black hole situation). Given the 40 degree temperature drop, I reach for my coat, instead. I think nothing of my phone until I get home and reach for it before heading to bed. It’s not there (or so I thought). I pull everything out of my bag (or so I thought) and still can’t find it. I brave the cold and go back out to the car in case it fell out there. No dice. I resign myself to having to go back to work today just to find my phone. I head up to bed, and the power goes out. Without my phone, I now have no clock.

I wake up this morning with no idea what time it is. A lot of the clocks in the house are digital and are all sorts of out of order after the several power outages last night. I dial up the store and ask if anyone has found my phone. Two different people look but can’t find it. The assistant manager tells me to call back to talk to the manager who came in at 6. After I hang up, I figure I’ll dump my purse out for just one more look. Lo and behold, my phone falls out. Yep.