For a short while this afternoon, I had a near-panic.
Fortunately, I happen to be one of those people who periodically pats his pockets to check for his wallet, phone, keys and such, just to make sure they're there. (In fact, I decided to just take out my wallet and put it in my briefcase for sanity's sake, since you're bumping into SO many people wandering the CES halls. There are around 200,000 people here, after all.
Anyway, just before I left the Press Room at lunch, I patted my pocket for my phone -- and it wasn't there. Nor was it in any other pants pocket, coat pocket or briefcase. This is when the "near-panic" set in, as you might imagine...
The only alternative was retracing my steps. And retracing one's steps at CES is akin to flying back to Mars and trying to follow your old foot prints from years before. I only had one realistic option -- go back to the work station computers where I'd just been, though I didn't think I'd taken my phone out there.
I had. O thank you, dear tech god.
It's now about two hours later, and I'm finally feeling okay about it. Somewhat...
Robert J. Elisberg is a political commentator, screenwriter, novelist, tech writer and also some other things that I just tend to keep forgetting.
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