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.
so did you get the phone back?
Yea. You totally have to finish the story…
Did it fall onto the stage?
Were you high up?
Did they make fun of you like Kurt and I would have if we were there?
I’m assuming they’re still looking for him
Oops. I guess I just forgot to finish the story.
Yes, they did manage to find the phone which had fallen quite far down underneath the seating at suffolk downs. They did eventually find me hiding in a corner of the tent. And no they didn’t make fun of me like Jon Abad and K. Fatty would have.
end of story.