We have plenty of friends and family members for whom life revolves around their cellphone. They've heard the phone company's "reach out and touch" message loud and clear as it seems they're making calls, checking for texts and updating their social media status with great regularity. I know it isn't the case but it almost seems like the cellphone is an extension of their hand.
That would not be Wayne. In fact, I often tell people that if they really want to talk to him, don't bother to call his cellphone; it's rarely on.
So when the home phone rang this morning and I heard him respond with a Hi, bud, I figured it was one of his caching cronies looking for a little help. His conversation, however, was short...a few oh, yeah's and a not too much. Not at all like most caching conversations, in part because if he knows them well enough for them to call him, he usually has to give them a little harassment before he offers the help they're seeking. That's OK; they do the same thing to him.
When he finished, he turned to me with a sheepish look on his face. It wasn't a caching call at all but one from J.J., the manager up at the golf course, who was calling to let Wayne know they had his cellphone. That was a surprise as Wayne didn't know it was missing. Even worse, he hadn't been at the golf course since Friday so the cellphone had been AWOL for two days. Who knows how long it might have been before he went to look for it. He was forced to admit to J.J. that he doesn't use it very often.
There's another funny twist to the story. Wayne's purpose at being at the golf course on Friday was baseball, not golf. He and several others were huddled around a laptop computer in J.J.'s office watching the feed from the State high school baseball championships. Pace was in the finals and the guys, who've attended most of the local games, were cheering them on via long distance. Unfortunately, Pace came up one run short of the title but still had an amazing season.
Wayne's phone had slipped out of his pocket as he watched the game and ended up on the floor. It's a little dark-colored flip-phone...nothing fancy. But J.J. is color blind. I mean, seriously color-blind. And apparently the phone and the carpet were hues he has trouble distinguishing so even though the phone is right there in plain sight, he couldn't see it. Fast forward to today...when the battery got low, someone started looking for the source of the strange beeping noise and found the phone.
It kinda gives a new meaning to the term "dropped calls," doesn't it.