Earlier today, I found myself facing a peculiar dilemma. My cell phone had fallen somewhere, but I wasn't sure where. I had an idea of the general area, or what I suspected to be the general area, but I'm not entirely certain, and preliminary searches didn't turn up anything.
I suspected it had fallen amongst several stacks of books near my bed...and directly in front of a bookcase with an entire shelf empty. (I've been meaning to tidy up that area for some time now, and this was just an argument in favor of doing just that.) These stacks had to be partially dismantled for my more thorough search, one which also required me to call myself.
Using the house phone (Thank goodness for cordless phones - I'd rather not have to explain the dilemma to a family member; then it was frustrating and embarrassing, now it is something to look back upon and laugh.), I called the cell phone and listened carefully. I remember thinking how fortunate it was that I hadn't turned it off, something I have taken to doing recently. (For reasons unknown, over the last two weeks, I have been receiving an unusually high number of phone calls. Almost none leave messages, messages that are left are meaningless, and when I try answering, they hang up after about ten seconds without saying anything. By turning my phone off during the day, I don't have to deal with a majority of the calls - they start calling early.)
I remember reflecting upon the absurdity of the situation as I was searching. I was using an object in order to track down another object of the same variety. I also remember thinking how fortunate I was to actually have the home phone to locate my cell phone. Without it, my search would no doubt have taken longer than it did.
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