i may not be as chunky as anna nicole, but i seem to be getting her brain...
first. the coffee abandonment this morning.
next - on the way home tonight - i stopped at the cheesequake starbucks for a caramel macchiato... while i drive, i keep my cell phone in my lap in case it rings...
i got out of the car - sometimes i forget it's in my lap and it falls to the ground...
that said - off i drive into the night with my coffee - i am driving on the parkway and i reach into my purse for my phone (where i normally shove it when i leave the car)
not there.
crap.
i keep digging - the purse is small but contains god only knows...
i turn the light on, purse in lap, one hand on steering wheel, 85 mph traffic zipping along...
phone. not. there.
i think that it's in the parking lot of the rest stop, crushed to a pulp... so i get off at the next exit (117) to call the phone and possibly head back to cheesequake.
$1.55 to call my damned cell phone... totally expecting it to be picked up by some greaseball sneering "it's mine now, lady!"
i dial... all of a sudden, i feel a vibration on my side and hear the theme to the muppet show (yes. that's my ring. gotta problem with that!?)
okay - i hang up and get back in my car to dig for the phone in the purse again... what the eff!? it's not there - swear i spent 10 minutes tearing the handbag apart...
how did i cram so much crud in there!?
that's it.
forget it, says i...
i reach down to put the seat belt on and there in my pocket is a lump shaped like a fricking cell phone.
it was in the gosh darned pocket the ENTIRE time.
i nearly killed myself and others on the parkway looking for it. i spent $1.55 looking for it. it's not like i needed to make a call or anything - i had wanted to check my email (a favourite pasttime as i am driving on the GSP - yeah. i know. i know)
so, what did i do? i scolded the phone... for making me worried sick
i am insane.
i think there're bad vibes between me and reststops...
[no offense, james]
