It wasn’t until I was halfway to The Lodge exit on 8 mile this morning that I realized I’d left my phone on the dining room table.
This is an inexcusable lapse as I am waiting for a call alerting me to the arrival of a factory part for my air conditioner which has been out of service for THREE WEEKS. That’s easy enough to remedy though – call the company when I get to work and give ‘em my work phone number. Settled.
But OH MY FRIENDS, we aren’t THROUGH just yet.
While walking back into our technical services department to place a DVD incorrectly catalogued as a Videocassette on the SNAGS shelf – what do my eyes behold? There upon the brown carpeted floor before me, its white form and lazy edges accentuated by this soil-like solid background, a lone teabag. It struck me as quite preposterous. Ludicrous. HILARIOUS. I reached into my pocket for my cellphone to share it with all of you and — spacious pockets. No phone.
It’s a shame that the world will never come to realize the oddity of the lone teabag in the tech services area.
My sincere apologies.
I for one will never forgive you for missing that hilarious photo op.
your new sister would’ve probably picked itup and used it again.
It took me a moment to figure out who my new sister was. I FORGOT I HAD ONE.