My son is a thief and a creative one. I want my phone back!
There are very few things in my possession that belong to me and are mine and mine alone. My phone is one of them. It’s one of those necessary yet comforting things that I just can’t go with out. It’s bad enough that I am constantly having to share my phone with all my kids who love to play the apps. Even in Europe when I couldn’t connect to the Internet and had spotty reception, just having it with me was good enough. God, it’s kinda starting to sound as valuable as my occasional glass of red wine. That’s a tough toss up!
It was the last leg of our trip, Paris, France, and I’m about to charge my iPhone so I can take it with me for photos and tweeting (yes, I am still obsessed). But as quickly as I organized a converter, my phone disappeared. I searched high and low, tore the hotel room apart, and finally gave up. After all, it was just a phone (that was my sensible self talking) my kids were all in order, and that’s what really mattered. Then I zeroed in on my son! I knew he took it, but in his limited vocabulary, there was no way he was going to fess up. Then I started thinking about the car keys that mysteriously disappeared from the boat in Sardinia, never to be found! Italian technology couldn’t save us and we were with out our rental (not the bill) for the rest of that trip. I was sure he chucked them overboard along with most of the other snorkeling equipment I caught him throwing in.
The next day I left Paris, phoneless and puzzled. Where could it have gone so quickly in such a tiny hotel room? Then in a panic I remember how much personal information was stored on there! I was using my phone to document chapters for my book. Life, love, romance, struggle, all the juicy stuff was recorded on one priceless phone!!! Of course I had a password lock, but still…I know how crafty people on a mission can be. David and I racked our brains, backpedaled and started to low jack the phone. Finally after returning to LA, the hotel called and they found it.
Stuffed in the pillowcase!!! Thanks very much SHAYA!
I was so relieved. Since I believe everything happens for a reason, I kissed him knowing that my son may actually have saved my phone from getting into some jerks hands at the airport, coffee shop or cab. You never know.
Note to self; be very careful in this new techy and dangerous world. I have since deleted all my very personal voice dictations.