So I lost my Iphone...

almost a week ago,
i finally got over it enough to put it into words.

Went to Niketown to buy shoes. Blessed by parking-lot gods, got a space right by the door to ther mall and the store was the first one inside on left. Yes!
You know how it is, you get distracted, got the shoes, now need outfit. I tried on a million, and decided on none.
Just got the shoes, that and and a warm fleece top for working-out when outside.
Walked back to my car. Got home and laid down for an our. Awoke to a start.
Where's my phone?
Trashed the house for an hour, called the store, "no we don't see anything, why don't you call back tomorrow?"
WHAT!@#$

This is an IPHONE!
The world is supposed to stop, Right????
Get in my sportscar and USE it to fly to the store.

Whatever, they still don't find it.
Interesting that nobody in the store heard of a missing phone that the manager said he asked everbody about. He didn't even ask for a name and number in case it showed up. I had to force him to take the information.
Went home.
Cried.
Called AT&T and shut the phone plan off.

When I get a new one (bought, not replaced by insurance, yes Darvin at AT&T was shocked when I said I needed another one because it was lost...already)
When turned phone on the agent told me while phone was in "missing" phase someone made 6 calls to a hispanic private school in California. There was no answer it looked like since they were all charges for 1 minute.
Interesting.


I check my phone on my person every 10 seconds now.

don't know what you got till it's gone never rang so true.
i never felt this way when i lost my old treo