Come back with my feckin phone!

Do you know anyone living without a mobile phone? There are definitely not many of ‘us’ around. Yes, you read that correctly. I referred to myself as, ‘us’, because last night at approximately 2am, I joined that tiny minority group, when I shut a taxi door which then drove away with my phone still on board. Within seconds I realised why I felt like I’d lost a limb. I watched helplessly, rooted to the spot, sick, thinking ‘Come back you frigger, my phone is still in the car’.photo credit: <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/rleong101/7642043214/">Ricky Leong</a> via <a href="http://photopin.com">photopin</a> <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/">cc</a>

Sobering up quickly, I ran to the front door. My plan was to quickly ring my phone and Mr Taxi would answer and reunite us. It would be a lovely Christmas story. Racing up the drive I burst in my front door, which is always left open if I am out. As I did so I nearly broke my nose as my face slammed into it at great speed. It was not a pleasant way to discover it hadn’t actually been left unlocked after all. A bit stunned, possibly even concussed, but I don’t like to exaggerate, I stood outside my house wondering how on earth I could get in.

We have a small window on the front door, just a little above the height of my face. I began to knock, relatively gently, while standing on tippy toe so I could see whoever emerged from their bedrooms or down the stairs. Nothing. No sign of anyone. However I had managed to wake the dog who began to go mad. I went to my son’s window and tapped on it gently numerous times. I felt guilty waking him up, and quickly made my way back to the door to await his arrival….. Nothing. In the back of my mind was my disappearing phone, now well on it’s way to Cork city centre. With that thought in mind I began to knock more aggressively on the front door and waited once more for any sign of life…. Nothing. ‘What sort of a feckin useless family have I reared?‘, I thought to myself.  I stomped back over to my sons bedroom window and upped the banging to a hammering, along with my out loud exclamation, ‘How the feck can you not hear me?’. I returned to the door one more time, feeling desperate. Still nothing. What would I do? No one was waking up, except the dog who was by now frantic. I put my finger on the bell and went for it. It buzzed long and loud. Then at last, at the top of the stairs I saw life. Yahoo, success.

I know you are now thinking that the man of the house must surely be the one waking up, worried by the lunatic dog barking, and fearing for the safety of his children. Wrong. At the top of the stairs my sleepy daughter peered down. Rising myself to my tallest height of at least five foot three and a half, I eyeballed her with a desperate ‘let me in’ look. She quickly obliged, and to my shame did not get the thank you she deserved. Instead she got ‘How in God’s name did you not wake up earlier?, Is everyone in this house deaf?’ as I burst in the door. Ignoring me she toddled back to bed, while I went in to introduce myself to the frantic, almost hoarse dog.

I had now lost all hope of being reunited with my phone that night, but I rang it anyway.  I rang it, and rang it, and rang it, and nobody answered, except myself that is, on voicemail. Demented and beyond all help, I made my way to bed, my two hands hanging. No phone to plug in or put on silent. An empty space on my locker.small__6861722073 (1)

You will, I’m sure, be pleased to know I have managed to get through the day. I am living in a fantasy world where I keep thinking my phone is in another room. The different possible taxi companies have been contacted, and I have been assured that if they did find my phone it would be handed in to the local garda station or the main station in town. The garda station has told me they have not received a phone, as of yet ( there’s still hope), and one of the taxi companies have asked me to ring back at 8 tonight. Well as that is only twenty minutes away I am firmly of the belief I will very shortly be reunited. I can’t help but build up my hopes.

So fingers crossed. Only nineteen minutes to go!

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31 thoughts on “Come back with my feckin phone!

  1. Oh good luck! How infuriating. I wonder if the next person to get in the taxi took it? Do you have the ‘find my phone’ thingy? I have no idea how it works but have heard of people finding their phones that way.

    1. I think I have. The battery is dead but I’m still really hopeful that the driver never saw it in the back nor anyone else who got in and it will be found. I must check that one with my son.
      Yes I was also a great one for fairy stories as a child!

    1. I rang but the Taxi company say it was not handed in. The find my iphone says ‘all devices are offline’. I am so lost without it.
      Still hoping, but not quite as hopeful as before. It’s the pits

    1. Haha, yes being locked out was a bit of a shock. It’s awful not having a phone, but maybe tomorrow I’ll get it back. (not really believing it anymore). Thanks Beth.

  2. I hope your luck is better than the odds. This happened to me except it was a wallet with all id and credit cards. Had address on id. Never saw hide nor hair. Let’s hope better for you.

    1. That’s awful. Had you much money in it? I was hopeful of getting it back as it is one of the older iphones and the screen is cracked.
      I’ll give it two more days before I declare it missing presumed dead.

  3. Oh this is awful! How rude of someone to not turn it in. Then again, maybe it slipped between the back and the seat, or under the front seats, and no one has actually felt around for it. It would be nice if the company would let you search the car. I hope you find it!

    1. Thank you. I’m hopeful that happened too. I’m going to trawl the taxi ranks tonight to see if I can see the taxi I used, just in case.I am however losing hope.

    1. Mocha, I have my fingers in my ears for your comment… nanananananananna! It’s Christmas, maybe something magic will happen? Hope you have a lovely Christmas. What are you planning for the day?

        1. Yes it is that. You’re lucky you don’t live in Ireland though as it lasts two weeks with most not going back to work until Jan 5th.
          Still no phone, but hope to be hooked up with a friends phone maybe by tomorrow.

  4. I don’t like being a pessimist, but I kinda agree with mocha…a lost phone can be replaced…so hopefully they won’t get your contacts or any personal info along with it.

    1. Wow. Is it just my posts? Delighted to know you are still reading. I’ve been crazy busy the last few weeks so having less time for writing. Happy Christmas and hope the New Year is a good one for you and your family.

  5. Oh, this is my absolute worst nightmare! I panic when I cannot locate my beloved phone. My link to the world outside and, of course my children and grandchildren. I have left it at work, driven the 20 minute drive home and then, upon realizing I don’t have the bloody thing to make a return trip, hoping nobody will see my slither into the office after hours and retrieve my precious possession. My entire life now resides inside that little phone. Appointments, address book, blog notes…
    I sure hope you are lucky enough to get it back. Do you have an iphone? If so, you can track it with “track my phone”. Good luck, my friend. Keep us posted on the whereabouts!

    1. Deb we are sisters on the love of our phone front, so you can well imagine how awful it is. I do have an iphone but it is turned off so the tracker doesn’t work.
      I am still dreaming it is down the back of a seat in the Taxi and I will find it. I live in hope.
      Hope you are doing okay and you and your family get through Christmas.

      1. Christmas will be a struggle, as will the New Year. We were married on January 1st (I didn’t want him to ever forget it–even if he was a bit too hungover). I posted on your update as well my bit of advice! Good luck!
        Deb
        And, Merry Christmas to you and your lovely family!

  6. Tric, believe it or not, I live without a phone and love the freedom it brings. It’s amazing how people have come to assume everyone has/wants to have a phone.

    I came to a point where it seemed like I could never get away and was ‘on call’ night and day so when the phone went bang I just never replaced it and am delighted not to have it.

    Remember there was a time when relied on call boxes ~ I’ve had the pleasure of re-visiting a few of those in recent months. They work still and aren’t just there for the decoration. No queues like the old days, though!

    Who knows, you may count your blessings if it doesn’t turn up. (I used to be like you only more so!)

    1. I cannot believe you have no phone. I am doing okay without it and I love the fact that my time is my own, but I miss the banter. Sometimes I use it like twitter, just sending a smart text to a friend,so I do miss that.
      I have been shaking my head all day imagining not having any phone at all. Well done you. No wonder you can see so much around you, as is evident in your beautiful photos in your posts.

      1. Hi Tric, there was a time, especially when my late parents were unwell, that the phone was literally attached to me. I had it for a year or two after Dad died in 2010 but over the last few years it’s been very on and off and I’m way happier without it.
        I agree that not having it makes one much more aware of nature etc and there isn’t a question of going for a walk and having a chat on the phone at the same time. If I need a phone, I borrow from hubby or son, who are very attached to theirs!
        Hope you have a great Christmas with or without it. You could always get a cheapy in Tesco to get you over the hump. There’s find for the basics and are so cheap it’s amazing.

  7. I was the last in my my crowd of friends and relatives to own a mobile phone (and this despite the fact No 2 son was project manager for Vodaphone and the house was littered with prototypes of new models he was ‘road testing’ before they were brought to market). Never really saw the need for one or felt I was missing out on anything by not having one. Now that I have one, I am constantly ‘losing it’. Being a cheapskate, I often charge my phone at work. When I do, I often forget to bring it home with me – thing is, I seldom realise I’ve lost it until I return to work the next day and find it sitting on my desk 😳

    I’m always losing it at home too. I put it down somewhere but can’t remember where. Sometimes I can locate it by calling the number using the house phone then following the sound of the ringtone but more often than not this strategy fails – calling my cell phone number results in a deafening silence, since I habitually turn the volume off when at work to avoid the phone ringing when I’m in a meeting, then forget to turn it back on again 😳

    Perhaps a psychologist might deduce something about my attitude to mobile phones from my frequent instances of ‘losing’ mine?

    anyway, good luck with finding yours

    P.S. have you tried writing a letter to Santa and getting your man to check it for spelling mistakes before posting it? 😆

    1. I love your idea of himself checking my spellings. Crafty Duncan.
      I am hoping to have a friends phone up and running by tomorrow. I’ve survived up to this but unlike you I am demented without it still.
      I think if you got a psychological evaluation your attitude to your mobile phone would be the least of their concerns. 🙂

    1. It hasn’t been turned on since. I’ll black list it tomorrow. I’m getting one off a friend so hope to be up and running tomorrow thanks.
      I don’t own a handbag so never take my keys unless I’ve the car as they are too bulky in my pocket, so thankfully didn’t have to confess to that too.

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