I didn’t spend what seems like half of it looking for my cell phone. It’s been gone for days. I haven’t panicked but I’ve been pretty curious about its whereabouts. No telling how many messages there will be. Who's been looking for me and thinking, "Boy, is she rude or what?"
I wander around peeking, looking for it in the usual spots. It must be on “silent” because I’ve rung it up and the familiar “Ventura Highway” I downloaded, as my ringtone last weekend, is ellusive.
When looking in earnest proves a failure, I begin to look in the water. Why there? It is definitely a possibility for my phone. However, I’ve outsmarted that greedy wet stuff called “the lake”! I bought a completely waterproof case for it and it really works.
How do I know it works? Does anyone, or did I, really have the courage to test it? Well, I believe what I’m told, usually. So if the guy says it’s waterproof, then it is.
However, I live with two chickens and a born skeptic. The chickens agree, DON’T try it; what if…
My daughter doesn’t believe anything unless she’s tested it, or a theory, herself being my math and science girl. So what does my “Bill Nye, The Science Guy” do? She fills a large, clear glass with water, pushes the video button and proceeds to film herself with my phone submerged through the glass.
It worked!!!! I was thrilled. She was only somewhat convinced and said the only thing that would convince her completely would be to throw it off the end of the pier. She claimed it needed to be tested for underwater pressure, or her mother’s true reality.
Now, that’s a little scary.
But she did it (why did I let her?), chucking it 25 feet into the water. Then called it, left a message when she heard my voice, put on a mask and dove for it.
Thoroughly tested and approved by the toughest cookie in the household.
If I can only get her to download GPS on it for me, when I do indeed find it, then I will be golden.
I’ve stopped looking. I won’t waste anymore of my day. Please call the house phone. I can’t lose landlines.