After having my hearing aids cleaned, I went to the supermarket. I found they were taking cards after the hurricane, not just cash. I planned to text my neighbors and ask if they needed anything. My phone pocket was empty!! I walked back to the car, but no phone was inside or out. I could buy things and could prove I was a licensed driver, but I couldn’t contact anyone. I might as well get the batteries I needed, as well as some food. It was too early to panic, because the phone was probably at home. All kinds of batteries were in the store, but not the special ones I needed for the front door lock. That small rack was empty. Next, I went back to the hearing aid office to see if the phone had slipped out of my pocket into the seat. It hadn’t.

I walked through the house, told myself again not to panic, and faced-timed daughter Lise. She is the only one I could call with my iPad! She was very calm. We hung up so that she could call my phone, but all I heard was silence. She called again to make sure it wasn’t hiding in the car. I’m only now thinking that she could have looked at the Life360 app in Denmark and have seen where the phone was at 11:12 a.m. Live and learn!

It was a long seven miles back to the dump (officially known as a convenience center). I hadn’t checked there, because I was sure the phone was at home. I told the man on duty that I had lost my phone. He asked, “Is it pink?” I didn’t argue with him. A lavender phone with a pink name would be better than none. Someone had turned it in, and he fetched it from the shack. Whew! I could save my panic for another day!

Now that it’s beginning to be amusing, I wonder if he heard the train whistle ring tone at least three times – once from the hearing aid place and twice from Lise.