Holy Shit.
We have my phone back.I was sitting here writing a bitchy post with my headphones on, and I hear my mom shout something--the phone was ringing with my cell phone number!!
It fell out of my pocket. Walking to the theater yesterday, I stepped in a puddle and reflexively jumped, and it fell out. The people calling found it floating down the street. They said they'd taken it home and dried it out, went to Sprint and bought a charger, and I'm assuming they just called the number labeled "mom and dad." They gave us directions to the house, and we were halfway out the door.
The voice sounded young but I didn't want to make assumptions. But sure enough, standing in the rain was a couple of teenage boys. They couldn't have been older than fourteen! We gave them a reward of $40. I'm hoping they can return the charger, but if not they still probably made a small profit. *lol*
My dad feels guilty as hell for assuming I left it somewhere. Serves him right. Bwah ha ha.
What makes me feel silly is that I probably walked right by it, twice! Once on the way back from the theater yesterday, and again today after checking the lost and found.
WOOHOO!!
It still works. There's still some dampness, and a little mud, but it still works!!
Hannukah was great. Made vegan latkes, brought some fake sour cream, everyone liked their presents. Talked to
singswithtrees for a while, talked to Cherie for a good long while, and felt much better.
Now: Shower. Bed. I'm so tired I slept through my lunch break, right there in the break room.