Saturday, March 1, 2014

PSA for losing your cell phone

WK and TP - thank you for asking.  I did find my cell phone.  Here's what happened.

Basically - I was what you would call "distracted."  I was at the doctor's office and I was getting a Rhogam shot because my blood type is O-.  They just hand you a pamphlet and send you on your way.  I am not a "pamphlet and on your way" kind of gal.  I have questions.  I like to know the answers.  Plus, I am a rule follower, so if there are new rules to be followed, I like clear instructions.  Aaaaand let's just address the fact that the internet is no help at 'tall.  In fact, here is what I have learned in my pregnancy.

The internet is full of crap and {sometimes comical} nonsense.

I conducted a search to see if spray tan was safe and wound up on some board of teenage girls that were pregnant and wanting to get a spray tan for Prom.  They all said it was fine and then went on to discuss footwear.   Of course, you can look up a credible site like WebMD but for God's sake don't read the comments.  You will be convinced that you have multiple sclerosis when you really have carpel tunnel.  To quote Kevin Hart, "it's too much!"

People overshare.

There are so few people that I would actually listen to  (everyone that reads and comments on this blog is, of course, on the listening list), that the rest is all just scary, scary garbage.  Remember the girl that told me she thought her baby was dead insider her?  Overshare.  How about when I just happen to mention work's busy and then I get a 15 minute tirade from the person at the grocery store that I haven't seen in 15 years about how SHE is horribly tired and busy?  Way overshare!  Stop it.  Here's a new rule:  unless we are sitting down to a meal, avoiding some kind of task or on vacation, just keep it to pleasantries. 

So, what does any of this have to do with my phone?  I was just trying to ask more questions/find out about the Rhogam shot and the glucose test and I was kind of upset.  The nurse patted me on the arm and said, relax honey, it's just your hormones. 

I didn't like that. Not. one. bit.

People just assume they know you and know everything based on a 3 minute assessment.

So, in my anxiety and obviously hormonal stage, I simply must have left my phone on the receptionists desk at the doctor's office.  Then, after spending an hour on the phone with Verizon (who just tried to sell me a new phone and were no help at all), some genius at DT's restaurant told me that you can download the find my phone app on any phone and just enter your apple info.  I hadn't turned on the find my phone info on my piece, how could this work.  Guess what?  It did.  Miracle of all miracles!

The next day I called the doc's office and asked if they found a phone.  To my surprise and delight, they did.  Now, the best part is that my case is incredibly awesome to most but scary and weird to some. 

Me:  "Yes, it's uh, brown and has a grey stripe through it like a gun belt." 
Receptionist (to her co-worker):  "Hey, wher'd you put that hairy phone?!"

I was so happy I didn't even bother to explain to her how Wookies come from Kashyyk and that Chewbacca is basically a prince among Wookies.  I just thanked her and said I would be there to get it later.  Welcome home Chewy.

1 comment:

Ky | TwoPretzels said...

"Hey, where'd you put that hairy phone?"

I just spit out my brownie mix.