Sometimes I feel emotionally involved with my cell phone.
It's my best friend.
And I like it that way. I especially love my car battery charger. I named it Dave. Do you even remember life without a cell phone? (All you young things--don't answer). I do.
I was lost.
Driving in an area I did not know and it was getting creepier around every corner. I had my kid with me and that freaked me even more. I saw a gas station and pulled in to use the pay phone. Dilemma? Lock my kid in the car, or get her out in a shady parking lot to wait near me? I left her there. I made a mad dash for the phone, made the call, and vamoosed it out of there. All was well.
Today? When I'm lost? I call up my husband, who googles my lost self and gets me out of creepy-ville, no endangered 2 year olds this way.
Heck, I call him when I'm not lost, mainly to tell him that I am in the van all ALONE, no kids! The closest he will ever get to an obscene phone call. My best friend is a 3 inch gadget with ringtone.
Remind me next week to tell you about how fun it was to NOT have a phone in NYC during 9-11.