I left my iPhone at home today. I didn’t realize it until I got to the train station and felt the pocket where I usually keep it and found it to be devastatingly empty. I stopped, felt the pocket more thoroughly (which must have looked odd to the others waiting for the train since it’s the chest pocket under my left breast), and muttered a mild curse. I briefly considered going back home to get it, but then dismissed the idea since the next train wouldn’t leave for another 2 hours and I didn’t want to be quite that late for work. Though most of my co-workers, including my boss, have iPhones and would therefore be more sympathetic to my plight, I didn’t think it would be a good enough excuse to be late for work by several hours.
I think it happened because of a disruption in my normal coat-putting-on routine. Normally, my coat is hanging on the back of the chair at the island in the kitchen, and I put it on, put my iPhone in my pocket, pick up my backpack and keys and head out the door. After volleyball last night, my coat was in my gym bag, and when I took my coat out of it, I left it on our bed instead of bringing it downstairs to hang on the chair. So this morning, I had to run upstairs to get my coat, thus breaking the routine. When I came back downstairs, I grabbed my keys and backpack, completely forgetting about my iPhone.
So, here I am, iPhone-less. I had no book to read on the train (and I am reading some absolutely glorious trash at the moment), no music to listen to as I walked to the subway station, and no RSS feeds to catch up on while on the subway. I’d like to say that I learned an important lesson today about how overly-dependent I am on technology, but I’d be lying like a rug. I didn’t learn a damn thing this morning, except for the fact that I need to do something to make sure I don’t forget my iPhone again. Ever.
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