You Failed Terribly…

Last Friday started out like any other Friday.  I was headed to work happy that my work week was coming to an end and excited about a Happy Hour I had planned to attend later that afternoon.

As work started to come to an end, I could almost hear the clock chime margarita o’clock and i skipped out of there and headed over to meet coworkers for some good drinks.  We were having a Happy Hour for a girl that recently left work and is moving to India.  She left the week before and i was excited to see her again and chat for a bit.  As soon as I arrived to what is starting to become one of my favorite stomping joints, I turned and programmed our waiters name into my brain.

Rule number 1 when going to a Happy Hour, always learn your waiters name.  That is a very important person right there.  S/he is the one that determines how long you hold that empty glass or bottle in you hand!

I was having a blast.  Socializing with people who work for my department but on other floors was really great.  It’s always good to know some of these folks outside of work.  I was invited to go visit India and New Orleans.  I work for a pretty good team, so we were all having fun to say the least.  As people started to leave for the night, i decided to stay longer and wait with the HH Honored Guest until her husband arrived.  We ended up staying for dinner, the three of us and only asked for the check when we realized that the restaurant was becoming a dance club after 11. Happy Hour had turned into hours and we were all ready to head home.

After exiting the restaurant and making it to my car, i decided to check if I had any missed calls and actually was wanting to make a particular call.  I reached into my purse as my car started to warm up.  I couldn’t find my phone at the first couple of reaches and decided to dump everything out in the passenger seat.  Funny, I could have sworn i had my phone in my purse.  I checked my pockets…nope, nothing there either.  Hmm.  Back to the restaurant I headed and the bouncer was sweet and let me in so I could go find my phone.  The dancing was in full swing by this point and the table I was sitting at not even 5 minutes earlier had been removed to make room for everyone that was getting jiggy with it.

I asked the girl at the front if I could speak with “G,” my waiter.  She called him up to the front and G wouldn’t look at me in the eyes.  I asked him if he had seen a phone on the table when I left and he said no.

“Hmmm…that’s odd.  May i speak to your manager.”

As soon as the manager got to the front, he didn’t even let me ask about my phone.  He just automatically said, “no one turned in a phone.”

I asked nicely if there was any chance I could use his internet, he said yes and I followed him to the office located by the kitchen door.  I walk in and he tells me he’s going to call my phone.  I gave him my number and he picked up his desk phone and started to dial it and immediately said, “Nope it’s off.”

I started to explain to him as I logged online that it was fine. I was going to pull up my handy dandy iphone website and locate my phone.  The good thing about owning an iphone, i explained to him, was that I can locate my phone easily online. it’ll tell me where it’s at even if someone turned it off.  I can even make it force ring for 10 minutes straight by clicking a button online even if it was sent to silent…and I would walk around until I heard it. I pointed to my screen and showed him that it showed that my iphone was still at that location.

The whole time I’m talking, I’m pulling the crap out of my ass.  I exaggerated…a bit.  I can’t force turn on my phone, I can only make it ring if it’s on silent, and it’s not 10 minutes…it’s 2.  But  seeing as he OBVIOUSLY didn’t know much about iphones…what’s a little fibbing?

I kept yapping away, as only i know how to do, and kept telling him that i was going to click the button to force make it ring when he interrupted me and said, “Oh, look, someone found it.” I turned around in the chair and noticed that G was also in the room and some random bus boys i didn’t remember seeing.  I looked at the manager and in his hands was my iPhone.  I quickly logged out of me.com and jumped out of the chair to grab my phone.

I thanked the manager as cutely as I could and added, “Btw, I never took that phone out of my purse,” and walked right out the office.

I freakin’ LOVE my iphone!

I bet that’s exactly how James Bond feels every time someone tries to pull a fast one on him and they don’t get away with it.

I guess I better head to bed and turn off the Mission Impossible theme song I’ve been playing in the background….

P.S. my iphone was very much turned on and had NO missed calls…funny huh?