Friday, February 13, 2009

Philip:  Oh man!  Where’s my pager?
Me:  Did you lose it?
Philip:  I think so.  I’ve been all over the place today, too.  The metro, the commissary…
Me: Do you want me to send it an email and we’ll follow the buzz?

He doesn’t answer, so I sent an email anyway.

Me to pager:  Hello?  Little lost pager?  Where are you?

Philip continues to search, grumbling all the way.  He shoots off an “arrow” prayer, “Please Lord, help me find my pager.”

Ten minutes later…

Pager replies: at the commissary

Life is good.

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