Naked Cell Phone

No I'm not talking about cell phone porn, I'm talking about the fact that tonight, in my mad dash to get out the door to a father son thing at T's school, I managed to leave my cell phone behind on the dresser. My first thought when I reached down for that slightly radioactive noise box on my hip, only to discover it wasn't there, was...Oh crap now my wife is going to bag on me because she NEVER answers her phone and this will be the ONE time that she calls and I don't answer. Then I realised I was being an ass and made a mental note to not bust my wife out the next time she forgets to turn her ringer up after she leaves work. Once that myriad of emotions was dealt with it began to sink in that I was all alone in the world. I had no tether to my work, my family and (God forbid) my FACEBOOK! How was I going to know if I got poked? How was I going to poke? What if I missed a chance to throw a witty response out and garner a few "likes!!" I gradually pulled myself together and within a few minutes even managed a small chuckle at the guy in front of me scrambling to turn down his phone during the presentation. His face got all red and, since he was as bald as I am, so did his head. It makes me laugh every time I see someone forget to take care of their phone. What kind of a jerk forgets his phone...