I don’t know which is the worst thing about leaving my cell phone at home …
… being cut off and unable to talk with anyone while away from my desk?
… or, every time I get up, feeling some niggling sense of wrong, patting my hip, and discovering (for the umpteenth time already today) that my cell phone isn’t there?
Yes, its little chiming voice is keeping me company.
Sometimes it’s good to remember what life was like without a cellphone every once is a while.
Right-O, old chap! Just made me reach over and take my cellphone off the charger and on my belt. ‘Cuz I’d have forgotten it and gone home without it.