I lost my phone. Again. And I wasn’t even drunk.
My plight: I lose my phone (s) not in drunken stupidity (the logical, and socially acceptable way to lose your phone). No. Instead, I lose my phone in a self-contained space at a restaurant. At a very nice restaurant. And then I return to make a full of myself by a.) having the people currently sitting at my former table leave so we can look for the phone b.) scouring the floor on my hands and knees c.) saying “I just don’t know how it disappeared!” to the hostess and d.) throwing a temper tantrum outside.
And did I mention I lost my camera too? And that this was the second time I’ve lost my phone in six months?
Don’t call me. Cause I won’t answer.
