I pulled into the parking space, then had this sinking feeling. My phone. Did I remember my phone? I checked the pocket of my bag. The pocket I reserve for my phone.
SHITAKE MUSHROOMS! I'd left my phone at home.
Have you done that? Realized you're "out there" without your phone, and suddenly it feels like you're spinning aimlessly through space, no way to reach Ground Control? Or for Ground Control to reach you?
Okay, I told myself. No biggie. Just carry on.
I was meeting with a student and was planning to swing by Chaco's dorm afterwards. He'd left his winter jacket, so I'd brought it along so I could drop it off since his dorm was on my way home. I would just text him when I was on my way. Oh, sure, I'd remembered to bring the jacket!
I went into the library and thought, what if my student is running late? Or has some other reason to get hold of me? I have no phone! I'm aimless in space!
She showed up right on time.
After tuting, I considered my options.
(a) Just call Chaco from the payphone, let him know I'm on my way.
(b) Just go to the dorm, have someone let me in, then go to his suite.
(c) Go home, get the dang phone, text him, and bring the jacket.
(a) was out of the question because I don't actually KNOW anyone's phone number anymore! They're all saved in my PHONE - the phone that was then sitting on the dining table in my house - why should I save them in my brain too?!
Next, I quickly concluded that (b) would be committing Chaco's social homicide. Picture explaining to the other dorm kids that Chaco's mommy was there with his winter jacket. "No, really! I just forgot my phone!"
I decided that (c) it was, only after trying (b minus). I called my phone. Magnum was home. Maybe he'd answer. It would have made more sense to call Magnum, but we got rid of our land line a long time ago, and recall that I don't actually KNOW anyone's phone number anymore!
I eyed the public library payphones. When was the last time I used a payphone?? I couldn't remember. I eyed them some more. Then I looked around at the downtown library patrons. At the time, they appeared to be a collection of bathless and/or flu ridden. I'm sure they were all very nice, my perceptions were just a little off.
Warily, I picked up one of the receivers and dialed my number. It kept ringing. I was pretty sure Magnum was aware of it ringing, but wasn't picking it up because it wasn't his phone. Caller ID would be useless. Voicemail. I got my own voicemail. Such a lonely feeling.
Fine, (c) it was.
I got my phone. Chaco got his jacket. I wrote down "important people" numbers on a piece of paper to stick in my wallet.
Temperatures have been in the 50's ever since. I doubt the jacket has budged since I dropped it off.