Late last year, Jake’s cell phone went missing. We tried calling it; it went straight to voice mail.
“I turned it off,” Jake said.
After two weeks of fruitless searching, we concluded that it had fallen out of his pocket at the movie theater & was gone forever. I terminated Jake’s account, lectured him on being more responsible with his things, and thought no more of it.
This evening, Jennifer & I were in the quilting room, pecking away at our computers, when: bloop-bleep.
“What was that?”
“It came from Jake’s desk.”
It was Jake’s long-lost phone, throwing a low-battery warning after four and a half months. Somehow, it had gotten wedged into Jake’s Nintendo cartridge organizer. (How? After so long, who can say?)
So, mystery solved. Now we have to figure out how to reactivate it.