Since DH and I had a date to go to the Fair, I figured I had better do something to offset the funnel cake calories. I had just finished a 20 minute session of Just Dance 3 when the phone rang. I was sure it was DH, telling me that he was ready for me to pick him up.
"Hey! I'm on my way home, but I can't find my phone. It was there a little while ago, but then the cleaning crew came, so I wonder…"
"OMG, "I replied. "Wait a minute; I think I set it up for Find My iPhone. I can look and see where it is on a map."
By the time DH arrived, I had logged into iCloud and pulled up the location of his phone on the map. "You're so lucky to have me," I pointed out helpfully.
"It looks like it's just a few steps from the office, "I said. "It's not moving."
We couldn't figure out exactly where it was, until DH had a brainstorm. "It's in the dumpster! They threw it away."
Off we went to retrieve the discarded iPhone. We hoped it hadn't been injured in the mishap.
"Call me, "he said. Sure enough, the dumpster began to ring. From there it was just a matter of determining which bag it was in. One small blessing: the dumpster was almost empty.
He had to get a short stepstool, and unfortunately, he had to physically climb into the dumpster. "Can I take a picture?" I shouldn't have asked. "If you do, I'll smash your phone." "Well, that's just mean," I responded.
Why wouldn't he want to have a picture of his leg sticking out of a dumpster posted on the Internet? Spoilsport.
In the end, he was able to retrieve the iPhone and give it a quick bath with a Clorox wipe. We washed up and headed to the fair.
But I really wish I had that photo.