last week when I went to Escondido Joes, a coffee shop by our house. I ordered a green tea, turned on my computer, and settled into a plush leather sofa. Since my archaic computer takes an eternity to boot up, I decided to check email on my phone while I waited . . . except I couldn’t find it. My iPhone wasn’t in my purse, on the sofa, or resting by my tea on the table. It wasn’t on the front counter, in my computer case, or between the sofa cushions. Grabbing my keys and heading back to the car, I chided myself for consistently leaving my phone either at home or in one of our cars.
I searched in all of the phone’s usual haunts in the front and back of Candice, my Jetta. Nada. Rien. Nothing. I was ready to admit defeat when I happened to catch sight of something on the roof of the car – my phone.
Yep. That’s right. I drove 3.2 miles (I looked it up) from our house to Escondido Joes with my phone upside down on the roof, about three inches from the side edge. Clutching the iPhone to my chest, I raised my eyes to the heavens and did a little happy dance. Cars passing by became Looky Lous as I praised whoever invented rubber iPhone covers and my husband for purchasing one for my phone.
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