Phone Problems

“I lost my phone.” Gidget blocked Sam’s view of the television.

He paused his video game. “Again?”

“What do you mean, ‘again’?” Gidget demanded. “I don’t do it all the time!”

Sam leaned back. “What about at the restaurant? It was in the toilet tank.”

“Hardly my fault.”

“Or when that monkey stole it and bought all those bananas?”

Gidget scoffed. “Last time I stay logged in. But still, that’s only twice!”

“Ok, what about,” Sam offered, but Gidget held up a hand to stop him.

“Nevermind. Geeze.”

Sam set aside his controller. “Did you check the freezer?”

“Why would I check the freezer?”

Sam stared quietly at her.

“Right. That time I put the phone in the freezer instead of the hamburger.”

“I can’t believe you kept that beef patty in your pocket for so long without noticing.” Sam opened the freezer door. “Not in here.”

“We shouldcheck the apartment pool, too,” Gidget admitted.

“Why?”

“I thought I saw a spider.”

Sam stared blankly at her. “In the pool.”

“Yeah.”

“And you decided to kill it with your phone.”

“Not my best move, I admit.”

Sam nodded. “Alright, let’s check the pool.”

The natatorium was empty. Gidget slumped into a pool chair, pouting.

“You don’t think you dropped it in a puddle outside again, do you?” Sam wondered.

“No, it hasn’t been raining this week.” Gidget tapped her chin thoughtfully. “I accidentally ran it over, once. We could check the parking lot?”

“No, you had it when you came into the apartment,” Sam said. “You definitely didn’t leave it outside.”

“Why do you remember that?” Gidget asked.

“You threw it at my head.”

“Oh, right. Because of the spider.”

Sam rubbed his forehead. “Yeah, you really should break that habit.”

“Then it should definitely be in the apartment,” Gidget said. “Because of the head injury.”

Sam shrugged. “We’ll check.”

“I’m kind of afraid of what shape it’ll be in when I find it,” Gidget admitted. “I don’t have a great history with phones. Should I buy a new one?”

“Maybe it’ll be fine?” Sam offered.

“What if it fell through a spontaneous wormhole into another dimension and I’ll never see it again?” Gidget asked.

“If it fell through a spontaneous wormhole into another dimension, I’ll definitely let you buy a new phone,” Sam assured her. “Why don’t I call it?” He pulled out his own phone.

At the couch, Gidget’s phone buzzed. She snatched it from between the cushions.

“Sam! Sam, it’s okay! My phone is okay!” She danced wildly in excitement, but the phone slipped out of her grip and smashed on the ground. The screen cracked.

Sam and Gidget looked at the phone quietly. At last, Sam patted Gidget on the back. “If it makes you feel better, we can say a wormhole did it.”

Gidget sighed, then threw the broken phone over her shoulder. “So what dimension do you think it ended up in?”

“Probably one with dragons.”

“Oh, how cool. I hope it gets pictures.”