By Nancy McKeon
I WAS SITTING here yesterday morning reading a story in the New York Times and wanted to look something up. I reached into the back pocket of my jeans for my phone. Nothing. Oh crap, where did I leave it now? I picked up the muddle of newspapers in front of me. Nope, nothing under there. I started to get up, to check the kitchen, the foyer, the bathroom, when I realized, of course, that the phone was right in front of my face—I was reading the Times story on it. Yeah. And not the first time that has happened.
This story is usually about you frantically looking between the sofa cushions for your glasses while they’re sitting on your head—I’ve gone searching while I was wearing them! What I was clearly looking for was the 20/20 vision of my younger days.
The classic story generally has the person’s husband or kid pointing out the obvious. That’s where you come in. Thanks. You may laugh now.