For those who know me well, it will come as no surprise for them when I say last night I lost my phone.
The reason that this will come as no surprise is I am well known for miss placing my phone. The reason I am well known is I regularly ask my friends while we are out, can you ring my phone I cannot find it at this moment. They of course sigh, and ring it.
If I am at home alone and I cannot find it. Normally, I send an email to Daniel asking
“Can you please ring my phone as I have lost it again?"
If I know Daniel will be too busy to ring, Facebook becomes my best friend; if a friend is online I will just send them a direct message to ask them to call. If nobody is online a general blast,
“I would really appreciate if someone will call my phone as I have lost it again"
And yes normally someone will help me out. So last night (or early this morning) at my usual 1am bedtime, when I could not find my phone. I was not too concerned. I thought - oh, yeah it just buried in the couch, wrapped up in the blanket, in my pick pocket in my handbag, or in my work shirt pocket. Alas, after many attempts to ring and find my phone. No such luck. It was not in the house. So wearing only a dressing ground, I took Dan's key out to the car to search under the seat, in the glove box and on the back seat but alas it was also not in the car.
This was the moment when I said,
"@#@#, I left it at the petrol station"
Being that it was two in the morning, I went to bed thinking that I had lost my phone for good this time.
Good news: In the morning I went up to the petrol stations, where my phone still was waiting to be claimed.