Converging Lines

Quick shot out the car window as I took off for a blood draw at Kaiser, about five miles from here.
I see the photo shows that small pile of gifted compost is still there at the curb; funny how I don't really see it any more. One of these days . .
I also didn't see my phone that I'd carefully set to the side as I dug into my pack for my book, once I settled in to wait at Kaiser. I was hoping for a chance to read awhile, but no such luck - they called my number right away.
Soon I was on my way again. Next stop, Marjorie's. She lives in Overlook, close to Kaiser. We headed out for sushi, about a third of the distance from Kaiser to my house.
The reason I'm giving you all these distances is that when we finished eating, you guessed it, I couldn't find my phone. I searched my pack, the restaurant, my car, and then Marjorie's house.
But, instead of the much shorter distance right back to Kaiser, I drove home to get Eric to help me. I couldn't face going back into Kaiser, after hours, completely demoralized. (I was also missing my MasterCard, but I'll save that story for another time.)
Bless his heart, he drove me all the way back to Kaiser and basically held my hand as we did the very simple task of finding help. And they helped: someone had found and turned in my phone and Security kindly handed it back to me. All I had to do was prove I could unlock it. (Being a little, old, white lady helped smooth the process, don't you think? I didn't have to offer any more proof than to unlock the thing.)
Oh, the Mastercard was safe at home where it, too, didn't belong. Both the phone and the card belong taped to my person.