A Pickle When You Can't Find Your Phone

This isn’t the first time the Beaver had misplaced her phone. It was actually and unfortunately a very common occurrence. She was searching in all the usual spots for it - on the counter, in between the sofa cushions, underneath the bed, on top of the fridge, even behind the toilet - the phone was nowhere to be found.

This was especially concerning because Mildred, the Beaver, was supposed to meet her friend Bakshi, a Bear, for coffee very very soon. 10 minutes from right this moment, in fact.

When the two first met they had initially bonded over always being on time and not having enough friends that respected being on time as much as them.

So Mildred was faced with a very difficult decision. Does she leave her phone at home and be completely disconnected from the world or risk continuing to look for her phone and violate one of the foundations of her friendship with Bakshi?

“This is quite the pickle,” thought Mildred.

That thought sparked an idea, “Hmmm… Pickles… Fridge?” Maybe her phone was in the fridge?

Mildred opened the fridge and searched, she moved things around and unfortunately, she didn’t find her phone. But she did take the opportunity to get a pickle and eat it.

“At least this will make me feel better,” Mildred figured, “A little snack always makes one feel better, even if it’s only just a little bit better.”

Mildred now had even less time to make it to the coffee shop on time. She was going to be late.

"I must think of a really good apology," thought Mildred, "Own up to what I've done and hope that Bakshi understands. I hope he does since there is a very good reason for my being late today."

Then Mildred felt something buzzing in her pocket… she reached in and grabbed her phone, it was Bakshi. She immediately launched into her prepared apology.

“Bakshi! I’m so glad that you called. I want to start by saying how sorry I am to be late. I know that part of what we really admire about each other is that we aren’t late to things and I am honestly and sincerely apologetic that I have broken that. But I hope you understand the reason I am late is because I cannot for the life of me find my phone and that’s also why I wasn’t able to give you a heads up that I was going to be late. I’m really sorry and I understand if you don’t want to hang out again. But I swear as soon as I find my phone I’ll be right on my way.”

There was a long silence.

“Mildred, what are you holding in your hand right now?” Asked Bakshi.

Mildred looked down at her hand.

“A pickle,” Mildred replied, “Why?”

“In your other hand,” Bakshi pressed.

Mildred with her phone to her ear looked for what she could possibly be holding in her other hand.

"Oh dear," Mildred began, "I seem to have lost my other hand completely. I can't keep track of where anything is today!"

"Mildred... you're..." Bakshi started, "You know, it seems like you're having a very difficult day indeed. Let's not worry about meeting and we can still meet another time."

"Thank you, Bakshi! Again my apologies but I'll be happy to meet with you another time when I can find this darn phone." Mildred answered and hung up.

Mildred placed her phone on her kitchen counter. Then, with the assurance that her friend would still be her friend, began looking some more.