I lost my mobile phone today. Or should I say, my mobile phone was stolen from me today. I keep thinking about: a) all the contacts in my phone book; b) my Swarovski (is that how you spell it?) crystal ornament; c) how lucky I was not to have been using Yuchun’s prototype. Mostly c) and a). In that order.
Needless to say, I am not at all happy, so if you call me and give me crap when I have totally no idea who you are, I will hit you. If I don’t call you forever, you know why. At last count, I had approximately 125 contacts in my phone. I am most upset that the phone number of an insurance guy who called and made an appointment to see me Monday has been lost, so now I can’t text him with an excuse and polite refusal to meet him.
Do not ask me how I lost it. If I knew, I (obviously) would have turned around and thrown something at the thief. Preferably something big and hard. I know I took out my phone to check a text when I was in MNG, and that was the last time I saw it. I only discovered the loss when I was on the way back to my office.
After much thought, my colleague – who was with me at the time – figures it was probably a particular woman who was apparently walking really close behind me. I hate to say I totally did not notice her. She didn’t look suspicious so my colleague shot her an irritated glance and that was it. We went straight from MNG into the car and no one else was near me after that. When I finally accepted that my phone will not appear in my bag no matter how many times I look, she called my number to discover that the phone had been turned off.
I really liked that phone, even if I’d dropped it once too many times and it makes noises when you shake it.
