The other day after we had both showered I had dressed first and came downstairs for lunch (we usually lunch together). I was seated in my recliner waiting for my better half to come down and as she alighted from the stairs she made a bee line for me saying, “How come I have your phone, where’s mine? It’s not upstairs!
“How should I know?” I replied. “Why don’t you call your phone? Maybe you left it in the car?” “I doubt it,” she muttered as she dialed.Later that evening our daughter, who is a ‘techie’ changed my wife’s ring tone and explained, “now that mom has a different ring tone, you won’t get confused any more, dad.” (Little did she know how easily I get confused.)
“I hear it, I hear it,” I shouted as I spun my recliner around. “I can’t see it, but it must be here, somewhere here!” I said, spinning wildly back around again.
“Well, it’s here alright genius, but you don’t see it because it’s in your pocket – I see the outline.”
“Phew,” I said, “really sorry about that, darling. I guess I got confused.”
The next morning I left early for a doctor’s appointment and to pick up a book I had ordered at the library. As luck would have it I took my wife’s phone again, proving that even though I have a steel trap mind, sometimes the trap springs shut at the wrong time or the wrong place or both.
So I’m in the library waiting for my requested book to be found, when the librarian says to me,
“Sir, your phone is ringing.” “That’s not my phone, madam,” I tell her.Guess she got that right!
“Well, it’s in your pocket and it’s ringing,” she persists.
“Okay, okay,” I say smugly, reach into my pocket grab the phone and say, “hello, who is this?”
“It’s me again, genius.”
“What are you doing there?” I ask, still uncertain as to what’s going on.
“Same thing I was doing yesterday, looking for my phone, which apparently you took again, so nothing has changed except for the date.”
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