I lost my phone. For the second time this year.
I can only blame my new white pants. Haha. I was on my way to duty and it wasn’t until 4 in the afternoon that I noticed my pocket was less heavy than usual. I called it numerous times, until the battery died (I assumed). So what else to do but to move on. Sigh.
I was bothered, though, when I came home at 11pm, and it rang again. I was planning to come back to the hospital and maybe search the place where I got off the tricycle, but when I called it the 3rd time, it died again. I suspected that someone had picked it up already and just turned it off immediately.
I wasn’t sad for the phone, I was sad that I can’t use my phone number anymore which I liked very much.
Time to sleep and buy a new sim tomorrow.
The next morning
Mom woke me up and told me…
“sabi ng kalaro ng anak ng labendara natin na kasama ko naghanap ng cellphone mo na itim sa buong bahay na may napulot daw na cellphone na itim ung tatay nya na driver ng tricycle na may nasakay na matabang nakaputi na pangduty kahapon ng hapon.”
Long story short, I got my phone in 10 minutes.
Ahahahaha
Since I was happy with the fact that they returned my phone, I didn’t ask anymore why it was fully charged and why they shut if off when I called it.
Ayun.
Ang toxic ng phone na ito hahaha




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