I had one of those days where I felt really good about myself, and ended up feeling super stupid. I would have rather felt stupid first, but we can’t control the timing of events. On my way home from work, I stopped at a gas station. I ended up behind an older lady, probably in her 70s, who was not pumping gas. She was just in the spot standing next to her car, which appeared to be brand new. She looked confused, but acting like everything was ok. I got out of mine, and started the pumping process. I started getting the feeling that someone was staring at me, so I turn my head to the left, and notice that the older lady was staring at me. She is still just standing next to her open driver side door. She raises her hand slowly to get my attention, and says, “excuse me… do you mind helping me?” I walked over to her and asked her what I could do. She then tells me that she has been sitting there for about 20 minutes, because her gas tank door would not open. She said her button is missing. I walked to her gas tank, pushed on the door, and it opened. Boom! She didn’t look very grateful, in fact, she almost looked angry that I got it open so fast. Either way, I felt like I helped her out so I felt good. Who knows how much longer she would have stood there.
So far, my day was going great, until I went to the gym. On my way home I was talking to my wife, Kinsey, we talked for a few minutes. She was out and about running some errands. I went to the store, picked some food up, and headed home. No big deal… until I walked into my house. I wanted to check my emails, and that’s when I noticed my phone was missing. It wasnt in my gym bag. I had remembered taking it out at some point, so I figured I lost my phone. I ran back out to my car and started driving to the gym. After driving to the gym, going in and searching, and coming out empty-handed, I headed home. I was feeling down. All my pictures, videos, and texts, that I had not saved… are gone. Luckily, Uptown Funk comes on, so I start jammin. I am in the middle of my dance/sing session, when it is cut off. Mine has that cool bluetooth, where I just push a button on the steering wheel and I can control incoming calls or outgoing calls. Without thinking, I push the button to answer. It’s my wife again, who asks what I am doing now. Its only been 45 minutes, but she’s really into fun updates, I love her for that. So I tell her that I think I lost my phone, she tells me how bad she feels for me, and she hopes that I find it in the gym. I thank her for her condolences over my lost phone… and then out of nowhere she says, “if you lost your phone, how are you talking to me?” That is when I look down to my right, and notice that my phone is just chillin on the cup holder… yes, I felt like an idiot, but I am an idiot, who still has his phone!