Where do I begin??
I have had a tumultuous couple months with all things electronic and valuable. Nearly two months ago, I used my handy, dandy Garmin which has [most of the time] successfully helped me navigate around central Ohio. The last time I remembered using my Garmin was from Powell, OH heading to New Albany, OH. I was going to meet Brian, Matt, and Brian's parents for dinner at The Cheesecake Factory. (Yeah, that long ago.) When I went to look for my Garmin just three short days afterwards, it was no where to be found. No where.
I scoured my car, I called The Cheesecake Factory, I called Easton, I turned the house upside down (and my purse, if you were wondering), I looked in Brian's car, I looked in my car again, I even looked in our laundry...
...And I still had not found my Garmin. I thought for sure that it had fallen out of my car, unbeknownst to me somehow, and was scooped up and taken to a new home. (I secretly waited for it to show up in the mail since our "home" button is our address, but it didn't.) I may or may not have complained daily about needing a Garmin. While I am confident about getting around town, I very often need to find things in areas that I don't know, like a post office for example, and that's where Mr. G would come into the picture. That was then.
Two months later, when Travis and Shanel were in town, I shared my unfortunate news. On Sunday, while we were looking for something else, my brother asked me if Brian had a Garmin too. I explained that Brian has the map thingy in the front of his car that you can put addresses in. (A GPS system, for those of you who don't know what a map thingy is.) Travis then pointed to a Garmin that had mysteriously appeared wedged up underneath the passenger's seat. IT WAS
MY GARMIN! Amazing! I swore I had looked in Brian's car. Brian looked in his car too, but it took a special pair of eyes to spot Mr. G, and it was a wonderful discovery! (Thank you, T!)
Well, on Saturday right after I had used my camera to take a video of the last play of the Buckeye game, we charged the field in excitement after the win. I slipped my camera into my unsecure pocket and jumped the rail. That was the last time I had my camera that night.
We ran across the field, hootin' and hollerin' no doubt, and celebrated the victory. Five minutes later, smack dab in the middle of singing
Carmen Ohio, I realized that said camera was no longer in my untrusty pocket. Son of a...
(Travis hadn't spotted my Garmin at this point, and I was beginnning to seriously doubt my ability to be an adult and cherish my valuables.)
We retraced our steps; there were so many people. I thought for sure if my camera wasn't picked up, it was most definitely crushed by the herd of people that ran across the field after the game. I was bummed, but knowing that Travis and Shanel had a camera made me feel better. We spread the word to the right people that I had lost my camera and headed out of the stadium.
On Tuesday, Brian received a picture text message with an image of Brian, Travis, Shanel, and me on my camera screen with the text, "is this what you are looking for?!" IT WAS
MY CAMERA! Of the 105,411 people (or something crazy like that) who attended the game, one of them was a good samaritan and turned my camera in. Mine was one of only four.
Four! There are so many responsible people out there.
I was again extremely thankful to have been reunited with my camera. I literally use it on a daily basis, and it feels so good to be complete with all of my electronics. Thanks so much to Pang who kept an eye out on the lost camera stash and spotted mine. If it weren't for these two fine gentlemen - Travis and Pang - I would be out a Garmin and a camera. I am an expensive date.
And, for the record, I've cut myself off from any "new" electronics until I can become a bit more responsible...