Phone Dramz, lol, ttfn

There are certain phrases you never think you will get the pleasure of texting to someone. One of those phrases is “did a crazy foreign man call you from my phone today?”. Well friends, yesterday I had the pleasure of doing just that. And man oh man, did it ever feel good.

Let’s take a step back. Rewind three days to Monday when things weren’t really going my way. For one, I had the stomach flu. I spent a good deal of my day dry heaving, excusing myself from meetings for fear of barfing on my coworkers, and eventually laying on the couch at home in pain. This trend continued through Wednesday, and I wasn’t in the best place. I woke up Thursday morning all jacked up for my weekly trip to Philly, salivating at the idea of being motion sick in a cab, train or rental car for over 6 hours of the day, and sitting through 7 hours of meetings. Everything was sure coming up roses.

But then everything changed. Something magical happened. I got on the train to Philly and quickly realized my cell phone was missing. To some, this might have been a bad thing, but I didn’t care much. Walk with me while I explain my phone situation, will you?... My phone is from 1984. It has a slide-out keyboard popular about 10 years ago with tweens, and is called a “Rumor 2”. There is also a large permanent decal on the back proclaiming “RUMOR 2”!! on it in case there was any doubt that LG’s target market with this particular product was 12-16 years old justin beiber fan (well, i guess they got me half right). In short, I love my phone, but considering it probably is worth about $10, it wasn’t such a big loss.

I considered my phone a lost cause and just chalked it up to something else ive lost in a cab (other things i have lost in a cab: lip gloss, credit card, half a slice of pizza, self-worth, dignity), but I was talked into at least calling it to see if anyone answered. And dear lord, did someone ever answer. The convo went a little something like this:

Cab Driver: “HELLLOOWOWWOO?!”

Me: (laughing hysterically) “um, do you have my cell phone?”

Cab Driver: “YES! CELL PHONE! HELLO!”

Me: “wow, ok. How do I get it?”

Cab Driver: "YEs!!!"

Some more conversation transpired and I got the message that he was bringing it back to envirocab “headquarters” (which I later came to found out is a scary unmarked dark room on Columbia Pike)

Fast forward to hours later when I go pick up my phone at “HQ” and look through my calls. The cab driver called... My mother. at noon on a Thursday. After I had already talked to him and made plans to get my phone myself. Apparently he wanted to call my mom to scream “YES YES YES” into the phone at her, which she thought was “JESS JESS JESS” and subsequently thought I had gotten abducted.

He then called back everyone who texted me during the day. Thank you for that, sir.

It was strange. It was confusing. It was glorious.

And thank god I have my precious phone back in my possession so I don't have to go buy one of those "smart phones" all the kids are talking about.

In other news:

Yesterday I didn’t have any change when I parked on the street and had to feed the meter, but what I DID have was a piece of paper and a pen. So I got resourceful and wrote “BROKEN METER” on a piece of paper and stuck it on my windshield. Viola. Dishonest? Certainly. But it sure did the trick.