Where’s My Cell Phone?

I’m in the stairwell of the club, oh my shit, where’s my cell phone?  It’s not in my right pocket, where I always keep it, it’s not in my left, it’s not in my back pocket, oh my God, if I’ve lost my phone, I’m in trouble.

Oh wait…it’s in my left hand. And I’m talking on it.

From my heart to yours,

Clint Curtis. Bartender.

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3 thoughts on “Where’s My Cell Phone?

  1. Charlie

    Yep. Leaving the car. Have my keys? Check. Wallet? Check. Phone? Tear the car apart. It’s in my hand, I’m talking to my mom…on the phone.

    Reply

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