I finally realized that I have a new, daily occupation:
FINDING MY iPHONE.
My second most frequent occupation is:
FINDING MY HUSBAND’S iPHONE.
They can be missing in plain sight.
They can be wedged between couch pillows,
Under the seat of the car,
On the roof of the car,
At the grocery store check-out lane,
In the drugstore shopping cart,
Wherever…….
Over Thanksgiving, my granddaughter lost her iPhone. Using her friend’s cell phone to communicate, she called her father.
“Dad, I’m on the train to The City and I lost my phone. My friends and I have looked everywhere and we can’t find it!”
And thus begins the saga of “The Lost iPhone.”
The first thing my son does is go to the app that he says everyone has in their phone and knows about. It’s called Find My Phone. (Guess who DIDN’T know about it? Me!!!)
My son and his family all have iPhones linked since they are all on the same account. This allows him to try and find the phone by playing a sound on her iPhone.
It’s noisy on the train and she doesn’t hear it.
Then he presses another button to put her iPhone into Lost Mode. He is now able to track the iPhone and he has confirmation that the iPhone is still on the train. After a while, as the train reaches its destination and heads out again into the suburbs, he realizes the iPhone was not stolen. He monitors the iPhone’s movements until he goes to bed.
In the morning, he checks the cell phone’s location. It is now back at Penn Station. Shortly thereafter, the train leaves the station again – heading back out to the suburbs. My son drives to a station that the train would soon be stopping, meets the train and boards. He explains to the conductor what has happened. It is quiet on the train early that morning and as he plays a sound from the app, the conductor hears it. She finds my granddaughter’s iPhone firmly wedged between two seats – totally hidden from sight.
By this time, the train has traveled three more stops. My son exits the train, takes an Uber back to his house, goes to his daughter’s bedroom and plugs in her iPhone to charge.
The following morning, of course, my granddaughter’s first thought before rolling out of bed was hoping her cell phone was found. She rubs her eyes, stretches her legs and sits upright. She glances casually over at her bedside nightstand to check the time. She stops short. Rubs her eyes again. And then stares hard at the nightstand a second time.
There on the tabletop is her cell phone.
She jumps for joy!
Keep this column handy – that’s all I have to say.
And Keep Preserving Your Bloom,
