Sometimes my cell phone leads a more exciting life than I do. I left it in a cab in
Honestly, I just wanted my phone back. It got me to thinking that with as much crap as I have to lug around, it’s a minor miracle that I haven’t lost my GPS, phone, wallet, sunglasses, laptop, any one of a dozen power cords, you name it. Subconsciously, I’ve developed a routine that helps a lot.
Every gadget now has its own special place. The wallet goes into my back right pocket. The GPS is clipped to my laptop roller with an extendible cable (when I’m driving). I don’t use the belt clip for my phone anymore; it snaps loose too often. So it goes in the side pocket of my carpenter’s jeans or into my front left pocket. Any time I enter cab, get off a bus, exit a lavatory, or juts get up from a table at a restaurant, my hands quickly touch all of the right pockets, just to make sure all of the rectangular bulges are in the right places.
Every checkout date from the hotel means a thorough inspection of the room before I leave. I’ve found other people’s stuff before, a pizza box, a sock, even a bra… but I’ve never left anything in a hotel room.
Finally, everything I travel with has my name and home phone number on it somewhere so people can call if they find it. I have a friend who programmed his cell phone number on the home screen of his cell phone, “in case someone finds it,” he told me. Uh, what?