the tale of my cell phone

It is a sad tale, but one with a happy ending. Full of surprises and, um, intrigue? Never mind, I'll just tell the story.

Friday night I worked, like most friday nights. Which is usually way too busy for my liking. Why does everyone like getting ice cream cones on a Friday night anyway? Just because it's cheap, I guess.

Well, since I like to avoid customers sometimes (shhh, don't tell my boss), I was working in the back, cleaning out fryers and such. We got done early, and I grabbed my phone from my apron (yes, since I was in the back, I had it handier than usual). I was pretty sure I either put it in my pocket, or in my purse. Then, a coworker gave me a ride home.

When I got home, my mom and sister were talking, and I joined the conversation. We were up past 1 am, I believe. So, it wasn't until then that I noticed that I didn't have my phone. This is a bit of a problem, since I don't have an alarm clock in my room, I just use my phone. Luckily, I worked out a way to use my iPod as an alarm, and went to bed. I figured I just left it upstairs, or at worst at Macey's. No big deal.

This morning I got up and looked upstairs. No phone. But, I thought it was probably at Macey's. And, since I worked, I figured I'd find it. Well, I got to work and didn't see it. Asked my coworkers, no one had seen it. I started freaking out. I can't really afford a new phone right now. So, then I told myself it was in my coworkers car. It must have just fallen out of my pocket, and it would be right on the seat. Maybe she even saw it! For, she worked today, too. Maybe she'd bring it in with her.

Well, she arrived, and no phone. But, she figured she probably just didn't see it in her car. After my pitiful 2 hour shift, I borrowed her keys and went to look for it.

And it wasn't there. At all.

I searched everywhere in her car that my phone could possibly be. It was nowhere to be found. By this time, I'm really scared. I don't want to lose my phone. There's important stuff on it. Pictures, phone numbers, losing it would be awful.

But, as I'm walking back to give my coworker her keys, and idea pops into my head, an inspired idea: check the lost and found. Maybe it did fall somewhere, and someone picked it up, and turned it in. I figured I might as well check.

I went to the service desk and asked "Do you have a phone?"

"Is it red?" she asked.

"Yes." Then, she handed me my phone.

And all was right in the world, once again