Lost And Found

I am apologizing in advance to my wife. That’s because I am writing about her inability to keep track of the location of her cell phone. For the life of me, my wife is constantly losing her cell phone.

Most of the time she merely misplaces it, which boggles my mind since it should be in her hand or in her purse. Even when it’s in her purse she can’t find it. But that’s an entire column of its own.

For some reason my wife can never seem to put her cell phone back in a place where she can immediately access it when her ungodly, irritating ring-tone goes off. It’s like a bizarre game where a buzzer goes off and we all have to find where the noise is coming from.

The other day I came home from work and it looked like an Easter egg hunt. I asked what was up and my wife said she couldn’t find her phone. It took everything I had not to say, “Again?” She was on our landline and confirmed with a store she had gone to earlier that it was there.

Although I just walked in the door, I volunteered to go pick it up before the store closed. Luckily, it was only 10 minutes away. It was a clothing store, and I walked up to the register and told the young woman I was there to pick up the lost phone. She opened a drawer and handed me a phone.

Just then the phone rang but with an unfamiliar ringtone. I answered it and there was a guy on the other end. We both asked at the same time, “Who is this?” He answered first saying he was trying find his wife’s phone. The store clerk must have given me a phone someone else had lost.

I told the guy what happened and that his wife’s phone was there at the store. Before he hung up he said, “This is the third time this month.” I merely replied, “Tell me about it.”

Ron’s WEBSITE of the week

An acquaintance of mine, Sukil Suh, sent in a site for the World Congress on Zero Emissions Initiatives event at the Hawaii Convention Center Sept. 13-17: zeroemissionshawaii.org

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