iPhone panic

On the road, killing time in a Panera Bread store in Raleigh, N.C., I’ve been swilling coffee for a couple of hours. It’s time to get rid of the excess coffee.

Waiting in the men’s room for a stall to free up (sorry, it’s the whole point of this story), I check email with my iPhone. No email for now.

I put the iPhone down on the counter to tie my shoe. A stall opens up, and I take care of business, then head back out the main part of the store to hopefully claim the seat I had been using.

Two minutes later, I reach for my iPhone, only to discover it’s not in my pocket.

iPhone panic attack begins:

My heart rate increases to at least 150 beats per minute, palms get sweaty, I gasp for breath, my hair stands on end.

I rush back to the men’s room, and find the iPhone is NOT on the counter!

I go back to my chair, patting my pockets on the run. No iPhone.

It’s not in my laptop bag, or my jacket.

The world swims before my eyes.

I ask the manager if anyone has turned in a phone from the men’s room. He says he’ll check.

Two minutes later he calmly says “Is this gadget yours?”

It’s my iPhone, and my heart, so close to exploding, begins to calm down.

I actually begin to consider attaching my iPhone to my belt with a five foot string…

There are those who have misplaced their cell phone, and those who will.

Has it happened to you yet?