Cell phone phone home

I can remember exactly when I took my cell phone out of my black bag and placed it on something in the market while I put the shopping basket that I brought with me from home on my lap so I could place my grocery list in the basket. I think right then I just took off not even thinking about the fact that I left my cell phone on some kind of a Ledge that I had found at the market just at the right size for me and my cell phone. It was only about 5 or 10 minutes later that I was searching for my phone because my shopping list was on one of my note pages but I couldn't find my cell phone anywhere. I tried to retrace my steps but I think I was so inattentive at the time that I did the phone switch with the black bag that I don't remember anywhere in the store that I was except for there was a Ledge and that's where I put my phone. Of course I wandered around searching for the phone- - half-heartedly- - thinking except for the fact that I use the cell phone as a emergency device that I keep next to my bed when I transfer I could probably do without it in all seriousness. But it's just one of those things you need to have with you since your whole world kind of revolves around your cell phone these days at least mine does. A very seldom ever get a call for me as far as social talking goes just reminds of medical appointments coming up and things of that nature. I wanted to cover up my social media nudity and feel whole again. I finally ended up pounding the checkers at the checkout counters of course nobody had turned the phone in and they directed me to customer service where I guess all these things end up at anyway. They had not seen my phone but they would set it aside if it should be turned in that's that's it had to be turned in right? One of the checkers suggested that I call my number and see if anyone answers the phone if thqqey do we'll have know who I am and how to get it the phone. It also might signal somebody to pick up the noisy little thing when it's ringing.

I gave up and went back home now it's just a matter of somebody picking up the phone and taking it to customer service. I actually got a couple of my neighbors to phone or call my number but nobody picked up. It was only later in the day way later that I needed to pick up something that I forgotten earlier in the day which would put me back at the market and I could ask my questions then. I only had when I have to pick up frozen burritos so it wasn't that big of an investment. Sure enough when I got to the market and customer service section they had my phone and I was elated. It was like getting an essential part of yourself back. Something that's not necessarily desperately needed but needed just the same. It would have been a long day and I felt complete and excited as I rolled home with my eyes on the cell phone in this little black bag..