It was therefore a little traumatic for me to suddenly realize that it was no longer with me two days ago after seeing a favorite lady and running some errands. My best hope was that it felt out of my pocket in the lady's long-term-lease incall. So I emailed her, knowing that she does not check her email all the time. After not hearing from her for two anxious days, I was almost resigned to having to get a new phone when I suddenly received her email with the welcoming words, "I believe I have something that belongs to you.

This is only the third "accident" I can remember in all these years of hobbying. In the first incident, I forgot to leave the envelope and the kind lady insisted that I waited until the next visit to make it up with her. In the second incident, I forgot to bring my cell phone, and had a hard time using the unfriendly pay phone in the hotel to call the touring lady's out-of-state phone to get her room number.