… Ah, actually, it was a subway sandwich. The details are not important.
But then my cell phone rang. The caller ID showed that it was my daughter’s cell phone.
That was weird, because the cell phone’s been missing for weeks!!!!!
“Hi. I found this cell phone.”
“I know, that’s amazing, where are you, who are you?”
I was talking too fast. I think I may have frightened the poor man.
“Ah, you’re listed as ‘Dad’ … so I figured I’d call you..”
And so on and so forth. The cell phone turned up in a melting snow bank in a place that makes sense as to why it might be there. My new friend has a connection at a nearby store, so he’ll leave it there and I’ll pick it up.
Only in Minnesota. Or the Congo. (Or a few other places, but I don’t know where.)