Went to a farm 'Halloween' about 50 miles from Houston, set up for the kids, included a bbq, fireworks and even night cart rides through the maize fields...half around, girl screams. "Help, I've just dropped my cell phone off the back."
Then reality hits, 'OMG my address book is on there, my music list and this, that and the kitchen sink.'
"What happened to just calling on it?"
Some kind soul intervenes,
"Well, why don't you come around again, get dropped off and look for it, call the phone, listen and there we are. If you are scared of the dark, then you'll have to come out tomorrow and do it."
"I've taken the battery out. I've got that here."
Doh.