a funny thing happened on the way to blog
I tried to blog whilst I was in France. I attempted several times to locate a i-café. Once they were out of tickets, another time the internet was down, probably due to the heavy snowfall. Whilst waiting for après I went into one, bought a ticket, and then proceeded to repair the only two computers not being used, everyone ignoring me as if I wasn't there muttering expletives. My mind was not really focused at this point because I was frustrated with the computers not working, having my heart set on unloading my tensions onto this blog, and coping with the "what have I done and is everyone going to be mad at me for going home with LJ" quandary.
I had texted Reens to see where she was. Because I had not heard I was going to call her to pinpoint après location for me to meet her. I delved into my pocket for my phone. And could not find it. I then spend 20 of the next minutes breaking out into hives and cold sweats because I am checking the billions of pockets that you hide when wearing ski trousers and jacket and hoodie. And I can't find it. I am wondering if it had gotten swiped and it seems to me that of course it could easily have happened, especially when my mind is in another place, namely my inner couch where I talk to Dr. Mark who had been my therapist in the US.
I mutter more expletives.
Finally, another boarder-looking guy asks if I am ok. I say no, I can't find my phone. He offers to call me and I thankfully accept. He dials. I ring. Yes, the phone is somewhere on my person. I am ringing. I start giggling and breathe a sigh of relief. I can't believe this I feel so stupid my phone is on my but I still cant' find it. It turns out it had slipped into the lining, and was on my back. I told him thank you so much he made my day as I was in a right panic. He said no worries, he now had a hilarious story to tell his mates. I felt absolutely ridiculous but immensely relieved. Thanks for being my saviour, I said, and have a great trip.
This is a story in the typical style of this trip. We had the kind of trip where we spent just as much time going out, always beginning with the ritual drinking games played with the pack of 007 cards that I brought, ending with "ice dancing".
Epilogue: the i-café guy, who I monikered Nice Guy, sent me a hilarious text later, and I will quote it because it was so witty and made me laugh: This is a courtesy message from FindAPhone service…the 3 most common places people lose their phones are 1. in their pocket, 2, in their bag, and 3 in their hand. Please bear this in mind for when you next panic about losing your phone : )
I had texted Reens to see where she was. Because I had not heard I was going to call her to pinpoint après location for me to meet her. I delved into my pocket for my phone. And could not find it. I then spend 20 of the next minutes breaking out into hives and cold sweats because I am checking the billions of pockets that you hide when wearing ski trousers and jacket and hoodie. And I can't find it. I am wondering if it had gotten swiped and it seems to me that of course it could easily have happened, especially when my mind is in another place, namely my inner couch where I talk to Dr. Mark who had been my therapist in the US.
I mutter more expletives.
Finally, another boarder-looking guy asks if I am ok. I say no, I can't find my phone. He offers to call me and I thankfully accept. He dials. I ring. Yes, the phone is somewhere on my person. I am ringing. I start giggling and breathe a sigh of relief. I can't believe this I feel so stupid my phone is on my but I still cant' find it. It turns out it had slipped into the lining, and was on my back. I told him thank you so much he made my day as I was in a right panic. He said no worries, he now had a hilarious story to tell his mates. I felt absolutely ridiculous but immensely relieved. Thanks for being my saviour, I said, and have a great trip.
This is a story in the typical style of this trip. We had the kind of trip where we spent just as much time going out, always beginning with the ritual drinking games played with the pack of 007 cards that I brought, ending with "ice dancing".
Epilogue: the i-café guy, who I monikered Nice Guy, sent me a hilarious text later, and I will quote it because it was so witty and made me laugh: This is a courtesy message from FindAPhone service…the 3 most common places people lose their phones are 1. in their pocket, 2, in their bag, and 3 in their hand. Please bear this in mind for when you next panic about losing your phone : )
posted by miss goLondon at 2:22 PM
5 Comments:
Look forward to hearing the rest of the LJ story in due course...
... in the meantime you also have cute guy's number I guess ...
If only I could ski. Next year I'll go and skip all the winter sports and head straight for the apres I think at 11am!
I know that sense of panic only too well. Phones and keys... I lose them every day.
I lost my phone for three days. After calling it approximately 50 times, I figured it was gone for good. Whilst standing in line at Sprint (to get a new phone) I was rummaging in the bottom of my bag for my wallet when I found the elusive phone.... The ringer was on silent.
I've cancelled credit cards then put on another jacket different from the one I was wearing during the day and then discovered my credit cards!
ha ha...talk about a unique way to meet a cute skiier boy! Must remember for next trip to Vermont!
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