the phone.
During intermission at Cirque du soliel, I leaned over to tie my shoe and my phone slipped out of my pocket. It fell to the floor, then slid into a break in the floor.
There was a pause…
…
and then a small thud.
So Jill and I walked over to Sherry the Cirque lady and I had to admit to dropping my phone. She said she’d get help. so off she went. a few minutes later she walked over to where we were sitting while talking to some other person. the person said loudly “where’s the owner” but I didn’t want to raise my hand and admit my stupidity to the crowd. so I stood over by the sideline…
waiting for them to find me.
feeling like an idiot.
Authored by: mike d.
