I was in the filled waiting room while my Mom was getting her eyes checked at the Shiley Eye Center at UCSD Hospital. After 45 minutes Mom comes out and signals that she needs my help walking out (she has neuropathy in her feet) so I turn my Reader off, put the stretchy band I use to keep the cover closed around it and slide it into my purse. Or so I thought.
Later that night I go to get it out of my purse and it's not there!!
I search the car and mentally retrace my steps for the day: Shiley, Costco, Trader Joe's; I know it wasn't lost at Trader Joe's since I just took my wallet in while Mom stayed in the car. I fret about having been pickpocketed at Costco and get no sleep that night.
I call Shiley at 8:30 the next morning and boy, am I surprised! Someone found it just after I had gotten up and turned it in at the reception desk!!
I'm there to pick it up at 10:30 and the person I spoke to isn't there and no one knows where it is or what exactly a Reader is or looks like. Someone opens the safe and I see it-- my lovely Reader in it's red Dooney & Bourke cover. I exclaimed "That's it!!" and it was once again safe and sound in my hands!!
