I arrived at the airport in plenty of time. My flight was delayed, enabling me to grab a quick breakfast. While waiting for the food to arrive, I decided to check out my cell phone. It had to be SOMEWHERE in my black carry on, I told myself as I rummaged through it. No luck.
I unloaded everything. Still no phone. The only other customer at Max and Erma's was a kind man who lent me his phone. I called my sister, suspecting that the phone had fallen out in her trunk (still my hope). No answer. I left a message.
"Try calling your phone," the man suggested. Of course!
"It's ringing SOMEWHERE," he said with a smile. Read More