I found myself standing in the rain in front of Union Station thinking to myself
What kind of moron leaves her iPhone on the seat of the van?
Of course the answer is THIS kind of moron. I remembered my backpack. I remembered the Nikon D90 that I am borrowing. I remembered my purse. I remembered to bring my laptop bag. And I forgot my iPhone. My security blanket. I don’t leave home without it. I don’t go to the mailbox without it. It is my phone, my watch, my address book, my memo pad, my book, my iPod. It is the non-human love of my life.
More importantly, why was I in Philadelphia?
* To be sung to the tune of “I Left My Wallet in El Segundo”