This morning I got in my car, put my cellphone on my lap (I had just been babbling on it) and drove off for work. As I was zooming along, I took a sharp corner and my cellphone went flying across the car. At the time I was trying hard not to knock over idiotic pedestrians, so I didn't notice where it landed....
When i finally made it to my work parking spot I looked for my phone - I looked under the seats, under the mats, in all my bags....but alas, no phone. I climbed out my car, and for a split second I contemplated leaving my phone in the car to fend for itself, Then I climbed quickly back into the car and began madly searching (I may suffer from phone seperation anxiety). Just then I had a brilliant thought: I need another phone, so I can call my phone. I scanned the parking lot for signs of life. Then, as I was about to give up hope, I spotted the parking lot manager dude and quickly trotted over to him .....
Me: Hi there..helloooo! *waving* Can i pleeeaaase use your phone?
Parking dude: ummm, ok. Why?
Me: I have to call my phone
Parking dude: your phone?
Me: Yes, my phone. you see, I lost it in my car
Parking dude: In your own car?
Me: Yes, in my own car. You see, I was drivng along, it went flying and now it's just vanished into thin air.
Parking dude: ok...*raises an eyebrow at me*
Me: I'll be back with your phone in just a minute
Parking dude: ok *grins and hands me phone*
I went to my car and called my phone. I tried to follow the ringing - but the ringing sounded like it was coming from everywhere (weird, i know). After a few minutes the parking dude arrived and proceeded to try help me....
We called my phone about three or four times before we actually found the phone, which was was super well hidden under one of my seats like a sneaky ninja (true story). By the time we found it the nice parking dude was laughing so much (at me, i'm sure) and I was very late.
Darlings, the moral of the story is - don't drive fast with your phone on your lap ;)