A series of unfortunate events . . .

. . . has led to the loss of the cell phone I have owned less than one month. Bummer. Yesterday my team and I had a meeting at one of the churches, and afterward decided to go to a department store of sorts, to look at their prices on washing machines. Very exciting, I know. I was wearing my Old Navy vest that is made of a slickish kind of material and placed my cell phone in my pocket. I was sitting at a slight angle during our 5 min. taxi ride to Totus, our final destination, during which my cell phone must have quietly slipped from my pocket. Not realizing this, we arrived at the store and exited the vehicle, not thinking twice of looking back inside the cab. These were the series of unfortunate events (okay, really not unfortunate of themselves) that led to that horrible realization that my phone was no longer in my pocket and the only place it could be is in the back seat of the taxi.

Really what makes this scenario unfortunate is, had I been in Lincoln I could have called the phone, and whoever found it would most likely have answered and told me its whereabouts. That doesn't happen here. The first few times we called the phone just rang, then the third time we called it went straight to voicemail - signifying that whoever found it had turned it off and decided to keep it. I repeat, Bummer. Oh well, live and learn: never put a cell phone in the pocket of a slickish vest when you are going to sit at an angle in a taxi bound for Totus. May you all learn from my mistake :)