A Very Senior Moment

Subtitle: An idiot and his phone are soon parted

I lost my phone today.

On the way back from the shop I thought of stopping off at the local Sainsbury’s and ringing Julia to see if she wanted anything taking back home. That was when I noticed that the pocket by my left knee was gaping open, instead of being zipped securely. I’d had a couple of phone calls in the

morning, and remembered putting my phone on the counter after I’d finished.

After that I had no memory of it, apart fromΒ  having a vague thought that I mustn’t forget it as I packed my stuff.

I decided that the best course of action, as the Ring Road is always crowded at that time of day, was to carry on and go home. Once there I would ask Julia to ring, double check if the phone was concealed in my bag, and, if not, I would, talk to whoever answered and make suitable arrangements.

The other choice was to turn round and return to the shop in traffic, to see if I’d left the phone on the counter. That seemed like a lot of hassle when I wasn’t actually sure if I’d picked it up or not.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, I got home and looked through my bag. No phone.

Julia rang it (which was a welcome break from doing her tax and muttering at the computer) and it rang. I went through my bag again. I checked my camera case. No phone. We tried again. The ringing wasn’t coming from my bag. It was coming from my trousers.

For some reason I’d put it in a different pocket and it had, to all intents, disappeared. In terms of senior moments this is one up from entering a room and forgetting why.

 

 

41 thoughts on “A Very Senior Moment

  1. Rachel McAlpine

    Isn’t it wonderful how you found it through a series of logical steps? The person in our family who keeps losing phones is an 18-year old university student. I must remember to tell him that he suffers from senior moments.

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    1. quercuscommunity Post author

      Handkerchief, spare handkerchief, change, wallet, banknotes (dealer for the use of), phone, spare camera batteries, pens, notebook and various occasional items…

      What are these “surplus pockets” of which you speak?

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  4. Laurie Graves

    This post made me laugh out loud. I can never remember where I put things, and I have been that way as long as I can remember. Anyway, all’s well that ends well.

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  5. Donnalee

    I must say that if a ringing is coming from your trousers, it is crucial to track down what the heck causes it. I am glad it all worked out for the best–I don’t even bother carrying a phone on any daily basis, to save me grief. My husband sends one with me if I’ll be out and about and need it for safety purposes, in his mind.

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      1. Donnalee

        I’ll just nod pleasantly and leave that there, shall I? I used to be a stage manager for a lot of shows, some in senior communties, and helped many folks of many ages into and out of outfits. There is no end to the novelty one can find and courteously ignore…

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      2. Donnalee

        Some of the folks were great and meant well and were a pleasure to work with, but some who had been there forever were openly abusive in ways that would get them arrested or fired at workplaces these days. I guess it is how they grew up, and probably did the same to their children and spouses. These days I am not doing shows, just reading tarot for folks and writing a book about my view of tarot after I had gotten electrocuted. There is a theater in Woodstock NY, but it is such high quality and high speed–new musicals every couple of weeks–with all folks who work in New York City during the rest of the time, that they are probably too fast for my level of health right now. They do do great shows though.

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      3. Donnalee

        I never thought that I would became an old cuss who thinks things were better in the past, but I became one, and it’s tricky to know if indeed they were–well, how could they help but be, in many ways? Obviously I was younger then and whatever else, but I wonder if I would still be an old cuss if the world were indeed in good shape now. Then I would have fewer excuses for it!

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