How is it fifteen years ago, when I purchased my first cell phone, I could leave it at home or in the car and not go into a panic? I would actually leave it home on purpose so as not be tempted to use it. Remember fifteen years ago when airtime was like $1 a minute or something ludicrous like that? Hell, you were better off using a payphone.
So, I left the stupid thing on the breakfast counter this morning and discovered it not on me ten miles into the journey. Forget turning back that far into the drive.
And now I'm having visions of being stuck in a ditch with nothing more than windshield washer fluid to sustain me until rescue dogs track down my location.
Darn my mom and her envisioning me all the time in a ditch if I don't call her! Now I got myself in that ditch!
For the love of pickled beets, I live in friggin Philadelphia! We have WaWa's every thirty feet and pizza shops next door to each! It's not like I live in the darn Yukon. But oh no, I'm doomed, doomed, doomed I tell ya without my cell!