Fortunately it is extremely cold outside today because I am heading out on thin ice.
As my wife is rushing to get our of the house this morning to go to work, a frantic look crosses her face. She can’t find her cell phone. A lap or two around the house and she comes up empty. Rummaging through her suit cased size purse yields nothing. The quick solution, call her from my phone.
In a muffled tone you can hear her phone ringing in the bowls of her purse. More rummaging around and still nothing. She starts pulling out STUFF from the purse. The table is cluttered with everything except the kitchen sink and finally like a magician pulling a rabbit out of the hat her phone appears.
Today a phone is the life line to the world. It’s a camera, a clock, a calender, an address book, and you can even talk to someone with it. Why would someone bury that in the bottom of a purse? The tale doesn’t end there. Typically she places the purse in the back seat of the car when she is driving. Now I am not advocating using the phone while driving, however I am often guilty of this action. The problem is she doesn’t hear the phone, thus doesn’t answer messages (verbal or text) and then complains about not getting information in a timely manner.
I have a simple solution. Put the phone on the dash board where is it readily accessible. Get yourself a holder to put on your belt so it is within arms reach, and travel with a smaller purse.
That’s the way I see it.