Gone Missing

Life can surely offer up some surprises.  Most of you know I lost my cell phone on Saturday.  It happens….folks misplace their phones all the time.  Having said that, I feel my current circumstances contributed to my heightened aggravation.  This is a pretty significant week for me with calls to make and bases to touch, and to top it all off I knew I was leaving Elizabeth City Monday morning at 6:00 headed back to Farmville – with or without my phone.   I did what everyone does; cuss, blame their husband and check under the car seats.  Having no luck, I then began to retrace my steps.  You can only imagine where those led me the Saturday before my daughter’s wedding.  In the attic, the garage, every room of the house, Page After Page, Overman & Stevenson, Sydney’s, the downtown market, Belks, Big Lots, Farm Fresh & Food Lion,  Lowes, Ace Hardware, Jenny’s house, Brenda and Terry’s house, Flora’s house, Muddy’s and CHKD’s….just to name a few.  I didn’t make it.  There weren’t enough hours in the day to do it all over again, and besides, I had concluded that it must be in the house…..somewhere.  Turns out it wasn’t.  Driving back up hwy 460 this morning, George’s phone rings and it’s his Longwood secretary.  Said she got a call from a lady (Faye) in Farmville who had called me this morning and left a message. Faye was surprised when the return call was from a thrift shop in Elizabeth City who was trying to figure out who the phone belonged to.  Faye said she knew and would make some phone calls on my behalf.  The l-o-n-g and short of it, she did.  Phyllis went and picked it up and has it in her glove compartment.  No wait, her office.  No, maybe she said it was in her pocketbook.