If my head weren’t attached…

I often make jokes about how forgetful I am. I think I get so wrapped up sometimes in the little things, that I neglect the big picture, usually to my own detriment.

A couple of weekends ago, I had to run over to RC’s for some vehicular-type help. I called him around 7pm to see if he was free, and he suggested I come on over while the girls were having their evening snack. I hung up, grabbed my purse and keys, and headed out. I visited for a few minutes, and left their house around 8 or 8:30.

So, on my way home I decide to call my mom to chat, except I notice there’s a voice mail… from my friend Dawn. It seems that one of my neighbors left her a message — from MY home telephone — stating that they found this telephone at the corner of my street, but they didn’t know who it belonged to. She was actually afraid something had happened to me… kidnap, perhaps? Anyway, I couldn’t imagine how it got to that corner! Did I leave it outside? Did I… oh, wait. I bet I put it on the trunk when I hung up, and it just didn’t fall off until I turned that corner. Great. I am a winner!

I get home after talking to Dawn and finding out that the people didn’t indicate where they lived, only where they had found the phone. I was all set to knock on doors, when I noticed the oddest pair of teenage boys sort of hanging out around that corner. Turns out they had my phone, and I got the strangest feeling that they were expecting some kind of reward… they were just really weird kids. But, phone returned, I was just glad I didn’t have to post pictures of it. Can you imagine?

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS PHONE?

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