Tuesday, December 11, 2012
a phone-y story
She calls the last number I called (James) and tells him that she has my phone. So, I called Jean the nice lady and for the next couple of days, I knew her every move. However, she kept moving around so it was similar to nailing jello to the wall. It was a bit challenging especially since I didn't know most of my friends numbers (on the phone) and their work schedule plus trying to recoup this phone from a very active socialite calendar from 50 miles away.
All is well, I am reunited thanks to a dear Father in law, many phone calls to Jean and another shuttle from James.
Phone is on.