So for the past several weeks I haven't been able to find the charger for my cell phone. In puzzlement, I've gone through all the places it could possibly be. I've rummaged through drawers. I've checked places it would have absolutely no business being. My phone is now constantly beeping at me that the battery is low. This is because, on a 35- to 40-minute commute to drive over to Viva's school, drop her off, get back in my car and drive to work, I generally only think to use the car charger when I'm say, about a mile from work. I'm reluctant to go buy a replacement because I know as soon as I do, I will find it.
It has been a bit vexing.
This morning, after being at work about half an hour, I was pulling a file out of a drawer that I don't use that much, and that's when I saw it. Plugged into the wall, about a foot-and-a-half from where I spend much of my working day. In full view.
My powers of observation, they are strong. Not fully utilized, it seems, but strong.
3 comments:
ooo...That's funny. Losing things drives me absolutely BONKERS and then when I find it I am soooo relieved. I've gotten better over the years but still, it's one of the character flaws. So glad that it turned up for you!
You're lucky. It cost me $40 to replace mine.
I was glad I found it so I could smack myself repeatedly in the head with it.
At least I didn't cave in to rationality and buy a replacement. (sorry, cee). Although had I done so, I probably would have found it sooner. Murphy's Law and all that.
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