I lost my pager.
I didn't notice until after supper, when i went to look for it. No where to be found. Not in my room, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, on the couch, on the counter, in the bathroom, im my purse, or in the car.
All of us looked high and low. My parents - being parents - made me feel bad about it, and irresponsible b/c i attach it to my purse strap. My mum quizzed me about where i last remember seeing it. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I wanted to rip someone's head off. My dad paged it to see if it was somewhere hidden in the house. It wasn't.
So off to the grocery store my angry dad and I went (it was the last place i had been with my mum when we had gone out earlier). We went to the spot we parked (yay handicapped spot!) and looked around in -22*C weather. It wasn't there, but Zehrs was still open so we popped inside and went to customer service.
No one was working. Of course. It was 8:20 and they closed at 8:00.
And then i saw it.
By itself. On the lotto table alone, like a shining peice of black dirty gold. My frazzled pager, who has been dropped, stepped on, smashed, and now lost, a little warrior of time, an old faithful, alive and well in Zehrs.
I was so relieved. I snuck behind the counter and got it, told the lady working cash that it was mine and that i had lost it, and we went home, hand in hand, pager and I, along with a very angry Dad.
I feel better that i've found it, but my dad is still pretty angry that I lost it and had no idea.
And I'm pretty sure he wants to commit infantide now.