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Random Monday Super-Flux - Willow

I never lose my phone...

My phone is the Union phone... paid for, ( as I'm a dispatcher for the local ) A FREE CEL PHONE.

It has about 700 contact numbers in it. Show Production Company numbers... Member numbers... All in Seniority ( You have no idea how hard that was to Sync and data process!!! ) All jammed into one of those sleek Razor type phones that, those LA Paris Hilton types probably had for about 3 seconds before the newest text messaging data phones became available. ( Not that I'm complaining... a free cel phone plus 500 bucks a month... I'd use a tin can with a string if need be. )

But, I NEVER LOSE MY PHONE...until today. It was one of those Dark Day mondays... the first since Les Mis opened. And it was so nice...

So I went out got a slice of pie and a coffee. Sat in a little patch of an urban park for the first time in eons, and enjoyed the last few sunny mondays of spring. ( as it usually rains on my day off... no wonder I'm pretty much a goth )

Got up and thought I'd go check out the newest albums at HMV ( Yeah, I'm old... downloading sucks... your logic board fires and you've lost everything... think about it kiddies?!!) Buy someting new. 1/2 way there I check my back pocket... NO PHONE.... Nothing...NOTHING!!!!

Trying not to COMPLETELY FREAK OUT!!!!! I retrace my steps...

looking at the ground back, knowing it didn't fall out... Thinking all the while... "That's my basic connection to my... JOB...!!!! My plan C income...!!!! My RRSP's... My seed money...!!! My...Studio Apartment Mortgage fund...!!! My Vacation fund...!!! My Porsche 911 fund...!!!!"

I had to have left it charging at home... 700 contacts... It has to recharge now every 8 hours the things so old... I wasn't working..???!!! I got back to the place I sat earlier where a cute, young Japanese couple where now sitting connudelling... No PHONE!!!

I tore home sure I'd see it here on the desk... And as I got to the door a woman was crouched in the entrance way to my walk up taking a photo of the ornate, outer gate ( that's all encrusted with cement shards from all the local street work )

Oddly I kind of know her... it's this hot club girl who used to hang out at Sanctuary ( One of those club girls I can't talk too... because in a loud venue with everyone all dressed up and posing, as people do at industrial night... I lose my nerve. ) And she's appoligizing for being in my way... "And I'm like that 's O.K. I just have to get inside...It's an emergency!!!... I know you... Sanctuary?.... Your name???"

Willow....

I storm in... get to the desk... NO PHONE!!!!! I call the number... someone answers... he's in the area and I Strom out.. ( turns out he was the japanese guy on the bench kissing his GF )

Bursting out into the juliet courtyard and freaking out Willow who's still outside still taking photos... "Sorry!!!! I'm leaving...!!! She says... It's O.K... I'm Sorry... I have to get out of here!!!!

I get my phone... and I'm relieved.. but,

WHY!!! Why, WHY!!! Do I finally get the moment to talk to the hot Tatttoed club girl when I'm freaking and I can't TALK!!!!