So there I was, 650 feet above sea level (I looked it up), getting ready to head off to a meeting and see some friends, and I took my phone out of my pocket because it needed to charge a bit so I was gonna plug it in to the car charger thingy and off I went but when I got a few miles down the road I didn’t see my phone but I thought I heard it ring and then I realized that HOLY COW this sentences is way too long; I better stop it right now!!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stopped the sentence I mean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because it was too long.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The sentence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So now I’m making sentence fragments.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oh wait, that was a sentence…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Anyway so yeah, I hear my phone ring. But I’m looking around the car and it’s nowhere. Between the seats?? Nope. Under the seats?? Nope. HEY LOOK OUT FOR THAT CAR!! OK.. quit hunting and resume driving. But what the heck?? Anyhow?? \u201cI know,\u201d I says to myself, \u201cI’ll use the bluetooth to make a call to see if it’s OK.\u201d And yes, the bluetooth worked fine, so the phone should be fine. But I’d really like to know where it is though, ya know??<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI hate computers.\u201d That’s my refrain when anything goes awry in my universe. Why do I use this encrypted phrase for everything? Well during my many years as a technology guy, it became a kind of vocal therapy on the fly. For example: a software update is applied to some important software everybody uses. Then the system goes kerblooey, and nobody can do their job. I am the service guy. My phone rings off the hook. So I tell them, \u201cNot to worry, we are working on it. And just so you know, I hate computers.\u201d My friends would then tell me, \u201cWell maybe you[‘re in the wrong job!!\u201d And I’d reply, \u201cIt’s a good living, but the computers are not my friends; unless they play nice.\u201d So now it’s almost automatic for me to blurt out \u201cI hate computers,\u201d even when I drop an egg on the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So where the heck is my stinkin’ phone?? <\/strong><\/em>I hate <\/strong><\/em>computers!! It really is a computer you know. OK… I drive the 11 miles and arrive at the meeting place. I look again. On the seat… under my book maybe?? Nope. Between the seats?? Nope. Under the seats?? Nope. I see a friend in the parking lot. \u201cHey man, will you call my phone?? I can’t find the damn thing.\u201d \u201cSure,\u201d he says. I hear my ring tone. I follow the sound… and… HOLY CARP!! IT’S ON TOP OF THE CAR!! SHEESH!!! <\/strong><\/em>Let’s hear it for the old Otterbox Defender phone case with the rubber jacket that apparently likes to grab the roof of my car when it’s going 60 MPH!! Did I mention that I hate computers??<\/strong><\/em> Oy yoy yoy!! But I’m glad I found my phone. I mean hey, it wasn’t the phone’s fault, so we can still be friends.<\/p>\n\n\n\n For now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n