I pulled up out the front of Boo’s school when I realised.
I sat there staring at the steering wheel wondering how the hell it happened.
How could I be so stupid.
So horrendously forgetful.
The loss was overwhelming.
I could feel the panic bubbling up inside.
How can I go on?
How can I continue my day with this huge gaping hole.
I have never done this before… well not to this extent.
I walked to the office to wait for Boo, unconsciously wringing my hands.
Distracted, I didn’t know what to do with them.
HOW on earth could I leave my phone at home?
What if someone called?
OMG WHAT IF SOMEONE TWEETED AND I WASN’T THERE TO RESPOND?!?
What the ever loving fuck am I supposed to do while I wait?
CONVERSE with people?
Has the bell gone yet? WHAT IS THE FUCKING TIME OMG!
Finally Boo wandered over, as did his aide.
To give me dates of things coming up, but without my phone I was lost.
If it ain’t in my calendar it ain’t happening. You will have to tell me again next week.
We went to Target, Boo’s choice for an after school treat.
He wanted a Barbie, trying to convince me it was ‘to remember Maddie by’ when in reality it was because she had a short skirt on and long legs.
I went to whip out my phone to take a picture of him with the doll to send to MPS with the caption ‘It is the fathers job to buy the sons porn’.
But alas I HAD NO FUCKING PHONE TO CAPTURE MY HILARIOUSNESS!
That, my friends, was the true tragedy.
My phone is an extension of me.
It is how I capture the day.
My security and my freedom. Knowing I am only a phone call away from Boo.
And most importantly, where all my friends are just a few clicks away.
Are you lost without your phone? Is it part of you?