(This post will make no sense unless you have read the last post.)(btw, for those of you who thought of this… my phone was on silent. So calling it wouldn't work.)
Late last night, I received a revelation. My phone alarm was set for exactly 7:36 am…. Let me tell you why this was good news:
I, once asleep, am a rock. Talk to me, scream at me, poke me, push me, skip me a across a pond…. I'm not wakin' up. So, needless to say, I need one heck of an alarm if I plan on showing up to school before 6th period.
Consequently, the alarm (which awesomely continues to go off until it is sure that I'm actually awake… or push the button) that was going to go off on my phone, was going to be extremely loud. Loud enough for me to find it somewhere in my house! Right? WRONG!!!
I made sure that I was awake by a whopping 7:30 to prepare for my search. 7:35 rolls around and the anticipation of finally finding my long-lost (it was gone for about 18 hours) phone! Tick. The clock strikes 7:36. (actually clocks don't usually strike at this time so it really was just a silent-but-symbolic moment in time.) The search began!!! Nothing. I couldn't hear it anywhere upstairs. To the downstairs!
Nothing.
To the car!
Nothing.
To the backyard?
Nothing.
Fine. My phone was not in my house. I grudgingly head towards the garage to once again look in the car in which I know for a fact, that my phone is not. As I start to come through the garage door…. What's that? I hear it! I joyfully head for the car! But to my dismay, as I get closer to the car, the blessed alarm got quieter. In an almost movie-sequence sort of slow motion, I turn towards the direction of the sound….
See the picture? Yeah it was in the trash. I know. I asked myself the same question…. Is my phone really that hard to replace?
I prayed to Jesus that when I looked, it would be under the bag nasty. No luck. It was in the bag of nasty. At the very bottom. Yuck. I had bean smear on my arm from the left-over Taco Bell…. I could even smell it in my hair. And on my phone. Ew.
That trash can is deep. And gross. If my morning had a title, it would no-doubt have to be something along the lines of: The Plunge.
Yeah. I spent the first 20 minutes of my Monday morning searching frantically for my phone, 10 of which were spent in the trash. One person's trash is another person's treasure? I think not.
The best part is: I found my phone. The second best part is: I have awesome friends who laughed with me about my adventure. That almost makes it worthwhile.
I'm not eating Mexican beans for a while,
jaymz
Mmm...this post just made me hungry for Taco Bell.
Thanks!
Posted by: Kyle | January 17, 2009 at 11:16 AM
Hahaha:) Jaymz you are one funny girl.lol. This story made my day and I'm glad you found your phone:) I hope that you are having a great new year and I hope that I'll be able to talk to you a little more. It always seems like we're both so busy in school so I don't really get to talk to you a whole lot(and I know you always have good advice for me) but anyaway, I hope you're doing AWESOME! Love ya girl:)
Posted by: Lexa Con. | January 13, 2009 at 04:59 PM
At least the pups didn't get it or the possum (which would have been nesting in some oak tree three blocks from your house). (smile)
Surely your adventure would make a some kind of comedy sequence in a movie. Or, has it been done already? (smile)
Posted by: KarenP | January 13, 2009 at 12:35 PM