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Human Condition: Sometimes we miss that phone that hung on the wall — at least we could find it | Entertainment/Life – New Orleans, Louisiana

New Orleans, Louisiana 2021-02-28 04:00:00 –

When I was young, the phone was easily accessible to everyone in the house, hanging on the wall of the kitchen or sitting on a small table or desk. I didn’t expect privacy in the phone conversation, but I was sure I could find it when the phone rang.

Cordless phones allow you to disconnect the receiver from the base and move around the house with your phone. We were able to multitask — talk soup, stir, take care of the baby, fold the laundry. The children found a quiet place for words that they did not intend to hear.

It was very convenient until someone left the handset at the end of the conversation, rather than returning the handset to the charging stand.

Small, fully portable mobile phones have expanded the lost area from home to the rest of the world.

I often misplace mine in my house, use my landline to call my cell phone number, and follow the ringing sound somewhere else in my house, my wallet, my car, or my yard. .. The most frequent incoming call to my cell phone is from me. Pathetic.

The find-my-phone app uses satellites to find phones that are out of your ears. I had to use it during my spring visit to northwestern Iowa about five years ago. After spending the morning at a berry farm of your choice, buy a jar of strawberry rhubarb jam at the gift shop, process a tall strawberry pie, weigh two berry flats, pay and put them in your car. I went. I unlocked the door, opened the hatchback and put everything on the roof while loading the berries and gift bags into the car.

I forgot my phone but didn’t miss it until late in the afternoon. The app brought us close enough to the phone location so we could hear the phone ringing in the thick wildflowers of the deep countryside ditch. It’s amazing.

However, “Find Phone” may not work.

During the magical football season of 2019, my husband and I took a group of boys from LSU Campus Outreach to dinner at BRQ. The man scraped off all the delicious bites of the meal. Half of my meal was in the black takeaway box.

We took the men back to their dorms and headed home. Tired at 9pm, I turned on the TV, flicked the channel and headed to bed. “Where is my phone?” I asked the twelfth question that day.

“I don’t know. Where did you last have it?” Of course, if I knew it, it wouldn’t be lost.

I search all over my wallet. “Where is It? “

“Did you leave it in the restaurant?”

“No, I checked WAZE’s traffic on my way home. I need to be here.” I called my number. There are no rings or buzz. I looked inside the car and called the number again. There is nothing. I slept still convinced that it was somewhere in my house.

While I was asleep, the phone could have fallen from the car in the parking lot when I dropped the man. I fell asleep, remembering my previous success in “finding a phone”. Before dawn, I logged in to the app on my computer and encouraged the password required on the first attempt to work. With a few clicks, you’ll see a common location, but no luck. Find-my-phone said the device was offline and could not be found.

As soon as it gets lighter, you need to go back to LSU and search.

The idea was very daunting. I made coffee and checked the fridge for breakfast inspiration. There, a dark cell phone was sitting on the black BRQ take-out box.

— Stickle lives in Baton Rouge

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