I locked myself out of my jeep the other night. Or at least I thought I did. I had gone to pick up a few things from an event and returned to the dining hall to put the stuff away. Everyone else had already left for the day, so I locked up the building and went out to leave. That’s when I discovered that I didn’t have my car keys. I looked in the window and saw my phone lying there in the seat. Well, foot (as my mama would say).
It was at that moment that I realized something bad. Something really bad. Not only do I not have a spare key for the jeep, but I also don’t know anyone’s phone number. Not one single phone number. Not my kid’s. Not my friend’s. Not even my mama’s. There was no one that I could call for help. I suddenly felt lost. Completely lost.
I was telling my story to someone at work yesterday, and he said that I could have come back into the dining hall and gotten phone numbers of some people from our office. Or I could have used the office phone to call the campus police, and they would have unlocked my jeep for me. And he was right. I could have done those things. It was not a hopeless situation. But he missed my point.
I have become much too dependent on my phone. And I’ve noticed that I’m not the only one with that problem.
It is the norm, not the exception, for all of my friends to have their phones out when we have lunch each day. I’m just as guilty. The only reason I notice is that I am always the last person to finish eating. When I realize that everyone has gotten quiet, I look around the table to see everyone looking at something on their phone. What the hell? I might as well be sitting there by myself.
Sometimes, I miss the days before cell phones. I know. I can’t believe I said that out loud. But it’s true. It seems that no one ever disconnects any more. And while that is good in some ways I guess, it’s also kinda sad. I’m even using my phone for my memory. And what did we used to do when we got bored? I can’t even remember. Probably should have put that info in my phone as well.
As it turned out, I didn’t actually lock my keys in the jeep. I found them lying in a sink in the kitchen. But thinking I had helped me make some decisions. I’m getting a spare key made for the jeep. Pronto. And I’m gonna memorize some phone numbers. At least one person’s phone number. Thank God no one died. I wouldn’t have been able to call any one for help.