A few weeks ago (as any who text/call me may have noticed) I lost my phone.
I mean.... I LOST lost it. I lose it all the time, which is an unfortunate side-effect of poor short-term memory. However, this time it was really gone. So gone that after a few weeks I realized I'd have to buy a new one. This put me $50 in the hole, but I was (happily) able to contact people again and be contacted in return.
Then last Saturday after work, I realized I'd misplaced the new one. I wasn't too frightened. (As I've said, this happens with regularity.) I was a little annoyed because it entirely compromised my Sunday plans. Regardless, all went well and when I got home I did another little run of the house. (To no avail.)
Today we went on a few errands and I stopped by Zubs to look around for the misplaced phone. It was nowhere to be seen, so I accepted the fact that it must be in my apartment. Or perhaps my car. I'd forgotten to do an in-depth search of my car. So, as we started off, I asked Erin to feel around under the seats for it.
As necessary according to... someone's law of something... the phone was produced. I grumpily noted it was dead and stuck it in my pocket. But no matter, at least I had it back.
I returned to the apartment and sent my roommates off with their families for various luncheon appointments. I charged and turned on my phone. Interestingly enough, I noticed that all the old messages and missed calls from when I'd lost the original phone had finally filtered through. I read these with some misguided amusement before trying to text some of them back. The phone failed to get any texts through, but I wasn't too concerned. The service was probably not at it's best. Then I tried checking my voicemail.
The account had been suspended. I gaped angrily at the device for a few minutes, trying to figure out what had happened. Then I began to look up the service number to call and figure out what was going on. As I did so, I noticed that some of the paint had been chipped away on the main button.
In the exact same manner that my previous phone had been.
After a moment's assessment I realized that I did, in fact, have my old phone back in possession.
So, now, I need to find the NEW phone so I can return it (hopefully) for a nice refund and... live happily ever after.