It was one of those mornings when things just didn’t seem to want to fall into place. I was late dropping YaYa at school after coming downstairs to find that he was wearing pants that were too small to zip up. He promptly ran upstairs and came down wearing a different pair which had holes worn in both knees. To make matters worse, for some unknown reason, he folded up the poster board assignment that he’d spent the past few days working on and shoved it into his backpack. *sigh*
After dropping him off, I made a b-line to Peets Coffee for my soy latte. Caffeine fixes all. Right? Well, perhaps not. It seemed that EVERYONE was running late. The highway was crawling.
I sought reprieve from the highway stress in the way of music. Good music always makes the traffic seem less of problem which is why I’ve hardly been listening to anything other than my XM radio since I got my new car. The heavy traffic made me wonder if there was an accident ahead. So, I tuned into the local radio station — just in time for a commercial break.
As the commercial got going, a familiar cell phone tone began playing. Assuming it was the advertising company utilizing the association propaganda technique, I turned down the radio. There’s no way I going to be programmed to go to a particular store every time I hear a cell phone ring. The ringing stopped. I turned up the radio again as a song began playing. The ringing resumed. What?
I checked myPhone thinking that’s NOT my ring tone. And sure enough, myPhone was inactive. I then began thinking that someone must have left their cell phone in my car. The question was WHO? And WHEN? I couldn’t make heads or tails of it. Nobody has been in my car other than me and YaYa.
As I neared the office, I was suddenly hit with enlightenment: the ringing was coming from my WORK phone. Duh! Indeed, it was looking one of those mornings.