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Out of Touch She gave me a funny look when I showed up. "I've been trying to call you," she said. "Huh," I replied. But later, as I was driving home, I realized I couldn't find my phone in my front jeans pocket. Or anywhere else I looked. I drove back and asked her: "So you tried calling me?" "Yeah." "And there was no answer?" "Uh...Yeah." "I must have left the phone at home." I smacked my head so hard I hurt myself and ran home. But I couldn't find the phone anywhere. I tried calling it from the house phone throughout the house and in the car and didn't hear anything. I even drove back to everywhere I'd been that night in case it fell out of the car when I got out, because I have a bad habit of holding the phone in my hand (and hence, oft leaving it somewhere) or resting it in my lap as I drive so I don't miss hearing an expected call or text come in. But nada. So I decided I'd better call everyone I'd been calling or texting that evening and let them know they needed to reach me at my home number. I was pulling out my wallet to retrieve some scraps of paper with written on them when I discovered I'd managed to stick the phone in my back pocket with my wallet. I'd apparently kept bumping against the little button on the side of the phone that turns the ring volume down until I'd silenced it completely. I Butt-Muted My Phone. "Write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year." - Ralph Waldo Emerson |
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