My phone's epic journey
I should be writing Fringe reviews but instead am using what little energy I have left to tell you all about my day.
So my phone went missing. On Thursday night I went to a show and remember turning it off before going into the show and then that's about the last I saw of it. Hmmm, I think, I bet it slipped out of my purse and is still in the van (the whole show was a couple of clowns who took the audience hostage and drove around bathurst and bloor....it was AWESOME!)
So sure enough, they are kind enough to call my friend Amber from the phone and give her their number so that I might contact them. This is a good thing. And so I go to my next Fringe show and meet up with Amber and use her phone to call the number. We pretty much determine that the only time I can actually get to them is between their shows because I have a rehearsal to get to.
Mind you, it's a very warm day today and I have a lot of time to kill, so I hang out, have lunch, wander a bit and then head up to rehearsal which is at a new location near Glencairn station. I have been informed that it's only about a 10 minute walk from the station. No problem, I think, I google mapped it before I left and surely will remember the way!
First I try to find Marlee. With little luck. Google map told me it would be right there but it's not. I am perturbed and thankfully after a bit more probing I finally spot it....but in all that searching I got myself spun around and completely lost my sense of direction. Which way is south? Or north? Well, the street sign is pointing to the left which means...absolutely nothing....
Finally I cave and ask a random passer-by and am pointed in the right direction. I find Stayner Ave and think to myself "Okay, it's 441 Stayner ave.". I look at the nearest house. It says 3. Oh boy.
10 m inutes later in the heat and I'm just reaching #70. Good god. What the hell. All the lovely signs of suburbia are around me. A solitary kid playing tennis against the garage. A sprinkler going off in the middle of the day. A series of F-bombs being screamed from a nearby house...huh...okay, maybe that last one was a little odd. And then abruptly the street just ends at Dufferin. Entirely.......What?
Oh wait, it must be 141 Stayner, not 441, I got mixed up. I go to 141. No answer. I knock again. Absolutely no answer. I knock a third time and the house is still quite certain that no one is home. And it is damn hot. I looka round. Well crap, I think....maybe it's 114! I begin to make my way back looking at the house numbers. "106, 108..." Getting closer aaand "116"....what?!.....where did the rest of the numbers go?...WHAT?!
Twice now a little old lady dressed all in black has passed me shuffling along and letting me estimate that about 20 minutes has passed. I make my way up the street, hoping beyond all hopes that I'll run into a castmate ont he way to rehearsal. No such luck. Dammit. No phone to call anyone and no notebook confirming the address.
Then I think, hey! That little house that had all the yelling might have been rehearsal yelling....maybe I'll knock. So I knock. A woman answers with no less than 4 kids clinging and clamouring for her attention. Ahh, so that wasn't rehearsal yelling....just abusive spouse yelling. It's at this point I decide it's just time to go.
I'm peeved off a bit because if rehearsal was cancelled, it means that I could have seen shows but had no means of getting word. But at least I'll get my phone now.
I get to the Fringe Club, feet sore and even slightly swollen, fingers pulsing with the blood rush and slightly woozy from dehydration. But I find the performer, and earlier than expected due to me giving up on rehearsal. I breathe a sigh of relief.
He sees me. He suddenly looks very embarassed. I get a little worried.
"Okay...so....the thing is, I kind of lost your phone."
I've never been that person to say something like "Ha! Good one! But seriously, my phone?" But I actually thought he might have been joking...or at least hoped he would...nooooo, it seems that he was eating at a restaurant and forgot it inside the restaurant. He thinks. Well....balls....to his credit, he was extremely apologetic and saying he would go tomorrow to get it but I think I'll just get it myself if I can.
Either way...my phone is now embarking on an epic journey across Toronto without me it seems. I really really hope it's there. Oh boy.
And so then I had 2 hours to kill before the next Fringe show. Thankfully Meg and Amber helped out with keeping me entertained, but now I am tired and cranky from too much sun and too much phone trauma so I am off to bed to write again in the morning. Adieu!
Oh, and I totally had the address right....why didn't they answer?!