This story is about no one in particular.
One day, several years ago, I was leaving my place of employment. Changing back into my civies. Do my make sure I got it dance.
Wallet, check.
Keys, check.
Shades, check.
Phone, phone, where's my phone?
Now I rummage through my backpack, not in there.
On top of my locker? Nope.
In my locker? Nope.
Maybe if I check my pockets again. Nope, still not there.
In my backpack,? Nope.
My locker? Nope.
Oh, it must be in my pocket, nope.
Half way through the thrid take, I realize that I am only searching with one hand.
Why, you might ask.
Because I am dumb, I've been talking on the phone the whole time.
One day, several years ago, I was leaving my place of employment. Changing back into my civies. Do my make sure I got it dance.
Wallet, check.
Keys, check.
Shades, check.
Phone, phone, where's my phone?
Now I rummage through my backpack, not in there.
On top of my locker? Nope.
In my locker? Nope.
Maybe if I check my pockets again. Nope, still not there.
In my backpack,? Nope.
My locker? Nope.
Oh, it must be in my pocket, nope.
Half way through the thrid take, I realize that I am only searching with one hand.
Why, you might ask.
Because I am dumb, I've been talking on the phone the whole time.
