Around the Town: Tracking down a cell phone

By Loretta Humble/Around the Town

I told you in my last column that I haven’t had anything exciting happening to me lately. Well, last week I did at least get my heart rate up for a little while.

First I need to tell you that nearly three weeks ago Carl was attacked by a terribly itchy red rash, apparently caused by a reaction to a new medication. Carl, as a disabled veteran gets all his medical care provided at no cost to him. The only problem is, he has to drive a ways to get it. And where he goes is to the huge Veteran’s Hospital in Dallas. If you have never been there, you have missed something. It is like a city under one roof. A person could get lost in it. Well, I could get lost in it.

Anyhow, Carl has had this rash for a long time now. He goes to the emergency room, they think they have him fixed, and a few days later it comes back, and he goes back to the emergency room and it starts all over. He is feeling awful, and I am worn out. The trip before last is when I got my heart rate up.

It had been a long day at the VA Hospital, and we were ready to get out of there. So I sat down to dig my keys out of my permanently cluttered purse before we got out in the cold. No keys were in it. I carry another bag when we go up there, with snacks and phone chargers and such, so we dumped it. No keys there either. We had no idea where in the world they went, as we had traveled all over that huge building that day. We looked at each other with desperation written all over our faces. Then I remembered: We had been valet parked; the keys were at the valet parking desk! I remembered that I had an app where you can record what is going on in your phone that really helped me. Go to this page if you want to know which is a better android spy app find out here mspy vs spybubble the app that makes a video of everything they do on their screen.

When we got to the desk I thought I’d have time to call home before they brought the car to the front. I dug for my phone to call home and couldn’t find it … it was gone! Then, while I was still frantically digging, they brought the car up, and stood there impatiently waiting for us to get in it and get out of the way. So we had to move. We guessed we must have lost it when we dumped the second bag. We figured Carl could find that place quicker than I could, so I drove to the parking lot and parked the car while he ran back in. Then I ran in to find him. Somewhere along the hall, I saw an approachable-looking young woman holding her cell phone. I breathlessly asked her if she would let me call my friend who was searching for my lost phone. She asked me my name, and when I told her, she said she had found my phone. I guess she had just then left it at Lost and Found, because she took me to it and told the guy there she had found Loretta Humble. She said she had called the last number registered on my phone, which had turned out to be Jo Ann Surls, who told her my name. I thanked her profusely, and promptly called Carl, who was heading my way already, because my daughter Liz had just called and told him the phone had been found. Jo Ann didn’t have Carl’s number, but called the nursing home and got Sonny, who didn’t have it, but called Liz, who did have it and called Carl.

If you’ve never seen that VA hospital, you may not be able to imagine how many thousands of people are walking around that place at any given time. But let me tell you, there are lots. That I ran right into the woman who had found my phone in another part of the hospital, is kind of miraculous. And once Carl and I got over our mini-heart attacks, we really got a kick out of the whole adventure.