Dynamite faux-leather jacket; Windsor top; American Eagle distressed jeans; Converse; eBay bag
Last weekend we ventured out to beer fest in Gatineau. A bunch of us piled into a cab and went on our merry way to try out all different kinds of beer. Now, I'm not a huge beer drinker (read: It mostly tastes like grass), but it was a good time for sure.
We returned home and I left my cell phone in the cab. Because I'm practically glued to it, I noticed less than a minute later but the cab had driven off. We were able to figure out the cab company, thankfully, and a customer had found it in the back seat. $30 later I was reunited with my phone.
And that, my friends, is the closest I've come to losing it. I'll have it on a leash for the next few weeks until it decides to behave. I don't trust that it'll never leave me again. It needs to learn its lesson.
And I need to learn not to leave it behind in cabs.