The loaner car ate my iPhone last night.
I realized it was gone just before Fairfield. I remembered placing it on the center console sometime after I left Marshall. But it wasn't there when I looked again. The good news is I charge my iPhone in the car and it's easy to retrieve it by pulling the charging cord if I drop it. I figured it had slid off the console, so I pulled up the charging cord.
The cord was empty.
When I stopped for gas in Waco, I spent a good 20 minutes searching the car. The iPhone was nowhere to be found. Not in the bag of trash I had produced. Not in any of the myriad of car cubbyholes. I checked under seats and between the console as best I could. It was a very tight fit and I was having a difficult time getting my hand all the way under or between. I couldn't feel it anywhere. It had not fallen into my open purse or mini book-bag. Where could it have gone?
I went through everything a second time. Still nada. I considered laying down on the back seat to see if I could get a better angle for checking between and under the seats.
When I got home I checked everything a third time. It had to be in the car. I had not gotten out. Or rolled down a window. I rechecked all my pockets, the car cubbies, under and around seats, and my purse and bag for a third time. Still no iPhone. It was MIA.
It was not until I thought to move the seats all the way forward and all the way backward that I started finding MIAs. But they were other peoples MIAs:
* A key ring with 6-7 keys.
* A single key with a broken hanger--maybe off the key ring--or maybe off another.
* An empty ice tea bottle.
* Money. (Okay, it was only $0.01)
I readjusted the seats and finally I found it.
This incident got me to thinking though. It would seem this car has a history of abduction. How many other cars have an equally sinister past?
Perhaps rather than checking CarFax, we need to check Police Blotters.
About Me
- Loulymar
- My bags are packed and I'm always ready to seek out an adventure with Bandit and Moggy in tow. Bandit is my thirteen year old Chinese Crested, who I frequently call The Bald One or The BaldOne Boy (like he was one of the Baldwin Brothers). Moggy’s full name is Pip-Moggy. He’s my two year old gansta-resuce kitty. I couldn’t decide between Pip (which are the spots on die and domino tiles) and Moggy (or Moggie when I mistakenly thought he was a she), so I combined the two. Moggy refers to the British term for "cat of unknown parentage .” So in essence, I have an almost bald dog, and I’ve named my cat “Spot.”
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