Today, I went to the farmer's market and was so excited to be enjoying the beautiful weather and to get there early enough to get some beautiful orchids (albeit, I was post-call, but that's another issue altogether). However, in the excitement of picking through broccoli rabe or no name pluots, I somehow lost my phone. For a moment, I was delighted because it meant that I could finally get a new phone... then it hit me that I would somehow need to get everyone's phone number again. EVERYONE'S PHONE NUMBER. The anxiety hit me and I walked around the farmer's market, asking the vendors from which I had bought produce if they saw a phone. No luck.
Long story short, a woman found it and when my friend called my phone for me, she answered and said she would leave it at Starbucks. I am now reunited with my phone. And delighted. But I will still get a new phone.