Somewhere, within 64068 lies my phone.
Victor? Who cares?
Me.
When the 2002 Buick Century readies to roll...... there's a roll call. Keys, check. Cigs, check. Lighter, check. Billfold, check. Phone, check. Teeth, check.
Yes, I went to the Landing to watch basketball and have a couple beers. I parked in a handicap spot 30' from where I went to sit. Before I sat down, I realized, no phone.
A beeline, right back to car, same path, the folks prolly thought I had a foot fetish as I surveyed the floor, around their feet, all the way back to the handicap spot. No, no and no (no phone).
Car. Nope.
Poured one beer on worry, paid tab, back to car.. "Quit lookin' at ma' feet ya geezer!"
Home. Twice, the trek between the car and the door to my apartment. Nope. Inside, the charger cord still plugged in, the plug in thingy dangling nekkid (no phone on it). Six paragraphs and I haven't cussed.
Damnit.
Family helped call the phone.. .spread the word. No phone.
My thoughts immediately turned to DirectTV Sales, and, some outfit that calls from a different 800# each time after I block 'em, funny talker, "From Medicare"... uh huh. They each call me almost every day. We're BVF's (Best Vendors Forever).
So, with my gambling addiction (Bite me, I'm still a little bit ahead since it became legal in Missouri 12/1/2025) I reached 'into the air' to place a bet on Duke, by now 19 points ahead of UConn. If ya know ya know, ahm, glad, no phone.
Prior to going to slumber, I Googled my old buddy Spectrum (love/hate relationship) to see how much a new (cheap, scroll to 2002 Buick) phone will set me back. I found "$500 off" this one, $700 off that one, this one, $16.99/month for 36 months.. Damnit Jim (Spectrum), simple question, cheap phone, how much? Never found it. Eh, I'll check WalMart.com later.
So, I went to bed, nekkid.
No, not what you're thinking. Nekkid = no phone with me. Usually, me and my BGF (No, not Beverly Gladys French.. .my Best Gaming Friend Sudoku have a couple mad, passionate games before my eyeballs finally cave in.
Did you check WalMart? Was gonna, forgot, didn't have phone.
All them dayum numbers. We ain't gots phone books no more in spite of what Steve Martin says... headache. Worry.
What if work calls? What if my buddies call? Monday is a golf day.
Slumber, interspersed with 'pee, wonder what time it is'... and later, 'pee, wonder what time it is'.... followed by 'pee, wonder what time it is'.
Finally went to living room, computer, looked. 2:20am. Eh, close enough.. I think that's five hours sleep. Coffee.. Did Wordle, no idea how to transfer results from computer to Facebook, I always do so with my phone, so, just know I got a 2.
OK, 5 damnit.
On to Daily Sudoku, thank goodness, I was gettin' the shakes.. . Did that, on to The Kansas City Star. Basically the Star told me "Go back to bed geezer, we don't publish Monday's paper until 3am."
So, watched ABC's World News Now.. .absolutely nothing to do with the two very stunning female anchors. Finally, 3am, Monday's paper.
YAY! GARY WON THE GOLF TOURNEY! You'da had to have been here yesterday, but, that's a very good thing.
Next article, "Where has Carlos Estevez's fastball gone to?" Carlos is the KC Royal's closer who was mostly 'nails' last year.. allofasudden the velocity drop on his fastball kinda resembles the effect TDS has had on whatshisname's approval rating. i ain't got time, want, nor need to worry about either.
Golf reminded me. OH CRAP, all them numbers... in my phone. This will be year four I've put on a Townie Invitational Golf Tourney for fun, and, to raise funds for Liberty's Shop With A Cop. It's grown every year and last year we had 50 guys play! The tourney is July 21, but, I need to start planning, getting word out........... but.........
Them fitty phone numbers, gone, all they are is dust in the wind.. or, in a ditch somewhere between here and the Landing. No ID where it is.
Which, brings us to now........ 4:27am, Monday, March something.. oh, the 30th.. I looked for my phone to double check.. forgot. Saw date on computer. No, not Beverly Gladys French.
So........... thought turned to.......... do I do a stupid blog about losing my phone?
Victor, people are getting real real real tired of your me, me, me blogs. Bad idea, don't.
Oops. Sorry.
Love, Victurd
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