Encylopedia Bleeker and the Case of the Missing Phone
Last night was...a doozy. I stayed a little late trying to get our volunteer chorus members' comp tickets put together before their rehearsal. Glenn is building the costumes for Flute at the university - with a staff of three - so is working feverishly around the clock. I had promised to bring him food before heading home, so called him around 5:45.
"What do you want?"
"I don't know...the staff's not going to have a break, so it'll be for all of us. I thought you could go home, take care of the dogs, then pick up food and eat with us."
"I can't do all of that before seven, baby."
"Oh, well..umm...umm.."
"What do you want for dinner?"
"Would you pick up Chinese?"
"Sure. Where from?"
"Would you want Golden Palace or Uncle Jiang's?"
"Glenn. You have to decide. You have to call in the order. I'll pick it up, but you have to tell me what I'm doing."
"Oh. Well then, I'll call Uncle Jiang's."
He does. Uncle Jiang's is on the Northwest side of town. The university is North central(ish). I work Downtown, with is Southeast. This is not the most convenient trip, and will put my arrival home to take out the dogs right at seven - eleven hours at home alone is SO not good for them - but he's under more stress than they are, scaled for species, so I do it.
I went home. I watched Crowned and Gossip Girl. I was about to start Project Runway, and I remembered I had a text message that I never checked. So I looked for my phone. I went to the pants from that day - no phone. I checked the counters - no phone. I called it from the house; I heard nothing. I went out to the car to see if it had fallen out of my pocket - couldn't find it. Went out to the car with the phone from the house to see if I can call it - heard nothing. Retraced my walk with the dogs to see if it's there and called Uncle Jiang's - no luck. I figured, then, that it's fallen out of my car somewhere in the general vicinity of the route I took getting home:
So I called Glenn, and asked him to check the loading dock at the university to see if it fell out of my car when I was unloading Chinese. He then offered to go back to the Uncle Jiang's parking lot and check there. Sweet boy, right?
So at 10:40, I was watching Mythbusters and heard something...odd. Faint. From somewhere in the house.
Shit.
I called Glenn and asked if he was trying to call my phone to locate it in the parking lot. He was. I had him call it again. I turned off all the noisemaking devices in the house, and tracked it down...
...buried in the comforter in the guest bedroom, where Tyson had hid it after stealing it from my pocket.
*facepalm*
"What do you want?"
"I don't know...the staff's not going to have a break, so it'll be for all of us. I thought you could go home, take care of the dogs, then pick up food and eat with us."
"I can't do all of that before seven, baby."
"Oh, well..umm...umm.."
"What do you want for dinner?"
"Would you pick up Chinese?"
"Sure. Where from?"
"Would you want Golden Palace or Uncle Jiang's?"
"Glenn. You have to decide. You have to call in the order. I'll pick it up, but you have to tell me what I'm doing."
"Oh. Well then, I'll call Uncle Jiang's."
He does. Uncle Jiang's is on the Northwest side of town. The university is North central(ish). I work Downtown, with is Southeast. This is not the most convenient trip, and will put my arrival home to take out the dogs right at seven - eleven hours at home alone is SO not good for them - but he's under more stress than they are, scaled for species, so I do it.
I went home. I watched Crowned and Gossip Girl. I was about to start Project Runway, and I remembered I had a text message that I never checked. So I looked for my phone. I went to the pants from that day - no phone. I checked the counters - no phone. I called it from the house; I heard nothing. I went out to the car to see if it had fallen out of my pocket - couldn't find it. Went out to the car with the phone from the house to see if I can call it - heard nothing. Retraced my walk with the dogs to see if it's there and called Uncle Jiang's - no luck. I figured, then, that it's fallen out of my car somewhere in the general vicinity of the route I took getting home:
So I called Glenn, and asked him to check the loading dock at the university to see if it fell out of my car when I was unloading Chinese. He then offered to go back to the Uncle Jiang's parking lot and check there. Sweet boy, right?
So at 10:40, I was watching Mythbusters and heard something...odd. Faint. From somewhere in the house.
Shit.
I called Glenn and asked if he was trying to call my phone to locate it in the parking lot. He was. I had him call it again. I turned off all the noisemaking devices in the house, and tracked it down...
...buried in the comforter in the guest bedroom, where Tyson had hid it after stealing it from my pocket.
*facepalm*