There needs to be some sort of warning device installed on a person, so that when that person becomes more than 10 feet away from their beloved iPhone, a buzzer sounds. I need that. I’d willfully subject myself to the gun injection of a microchip that will sound a faint beep in my ear. Or a blaring klaxon. Anything to prevent the shock and horror of
June 29th, the day I forgot my iPhone at home.
I emailed my sister to ask her to check my dining room table to confirm I did leave it there when I dashed off to work. Just in case it was <gasp!> lost. She sent me a pic of it laying on my table.
And then one of it pumping iron.
(the poor pic quality is because she uses a sub-standard Blackberry).
Now that my beloved is done exercising, it’s now sunning itself with tropical fruit and a refreshing Coconut Water beverage.
I have 6 more hours to go before I’m off and live too far to dash home and stop this nonsense.
