I know the iPhone is cool and all, but can it defy the laws of gravity? Read on…
I had to drop some chapbooks off at a colleague’s home, so I set off with the dog, the baby, the books, and of course, my iPhone. We pulled up at the front door and I called my colleague to let him know I was there. After a brief tour of his home, I headed out to put A. down for his afternoon nap. Remembering I had seen a few new voicemails pop up prior to my trip, I reached instinctively into my purse for my phone and came up empty-handed.
I didn’t panic– walking around with a baby in tow, I’m forever stashing things in odd places (a map of Germany once ended up in the bottom of a diaper bag; I finally found a “lost” debit card in the pocket of some shorts I rarely wear). I rifled through the purse several times, then the diaper bag, then the trunk of the car. I looked under the seats and in the side door compartments. I knocked on my colleague’s door and he checked the house for me– nothing.
This was starting to get weird. I headed home anyway, assuring myself halfheartedly that I’d find the phone in yet another strange place. Briefly, I imagined that in the ten minutes it took to tour my colleague’s home, a masked burglar had dashed past the high hedges surrounding his estate, ignored the stately, historic brick house filled with antiques, and made a beeline for my used Toyota with the German Shepherd in back. I imagined calling my phone later and hearing a thick, ragged voice cackling on the other end of the line. “You vill nevair find your precious iPhone,” the voice ominously vowed.
I drove home hastily, going just a bit too fast and taking corners just a bit too sharply. When I arrived and used a home phone to call myself, I was both relieved and baffled to hear my iPhone’s unmistakable ring. The darned thing was somewhere in the car. I combed through all of the places I’d already checked and found nothing, but the phone kept ringing. Finally I went around to my son’s side of the car and there, perched on the very corner of the car’s roof, was my iPhone. Somehow, it had stayed intact throughout a twenty-five minute car ride down curvy country roads (think high speeds, gravel, pavement, potholes, etc.).
I don’t know if it was the sticky Speck case I installed that kept it glued to the car or if Steve Jobs, whom many regard as a superhero anyway, managed to infuse every iPhone with some of his personal powers, but whatever it was, thank goodness for it!