Yesterday I got out of my van at the Atlanta Veteran's Hospital and left my phone on the dash attached to its magnet. I was well into the facility before I realized that my hand was empty; surely the phone must be in my shoulder bag, right? WRONG. When it dawned on me the phone was in the car a feeling of dread came over me.
You know what I'm talking about, right? What if you need to call someone, do you remember the phone number? What if your child, boyfriend, husband, wife, girlfriend, babysitter, child's school, or that long-lost cousin try to call you? How will you play a game, check your email, write your grocery list?