We all have those moments of searching - where are my keys, where are my glasses, where did I put my phone, my purse, my coffee? Whether we arrived home and dropping something in an unexpected place, or setting an item down as we're moving through our day, it's always frustrating.
Fortunately, I do have it on vibrate as a backup and that does help. One time I called and called my phone listening for the buzz of it vibrating to no avail. Then my husband asked me to come to the garage. He had me stand next to him and call my phone again. I joyously heard the welcome buzz from - wait for it - the trash can. Somehow my phone had slipped off the counter into the kitchen trash bin without either of us noticing.
Up until recently, that was my wildest story. That is until yesterday. My husband and I had decided to head out for lunch to use up a gift card we had received last Christmas. Just before we walked out the door I started to search for my cell phone. No luck. So I snagged the landline and dialed. What followed was initially frustrating and then absolutely hilarious.
Thinking of that previous episode, I stuck my head in the trash to listen. Then opened the refrigerator and pulled out chairs at the dining room table. We moved pillows and dug through the couch. Where was that bloody phone? The illusive ring that seemed to keep changing locations was driving us crazy. Then it happened.
I turned my back to my husband in frustration while I moved to search another area and he started laughing. Why? He saw my cell phone tucked securely in the back pocket of my jeans. I NEVER put my phone there. I have heard so many horror stories of the phone falling out of a back pocket, even into the toilet, so I have always tried to avoid that temptation.
Why I chose that morning without thinking to tuck my phone in this unusual place, I have no idea. I also was amused to realized my second response after laughing was to think if I had a few more stories like this, I'd be able to publish my own Erma Bombeck style book. Yes I am a writer to the core. When we finished laughing, Glen and I headed out the door while sharing our memories of previous hide and seek moments such as the time Glen looking for his glasses only to find them on top of his head.