So the lady is bending Amelia’s ear and she wants to go.
I get it. I hate the lonely inserters. But I love that Amelia has played her as my daughter.
Because this lonely alienated middle-aged woman that’s inserted herself into my night with Amelia need to learn that you don’t do that.
It rattled Amelia and she really wanted to go. This clown gave Amelia her card and Amelia played the daughter card and left.
Drunk blond was sipping her crown royal and her friend’s not coming down to meet her was doing her thing. I paid my bill and then I saw the impossible.
Amelia had left her phone on the bar.
Oh shit. You guys can’t live with out that any more.
I can’t either.
I paid my bill and told Roman that if Amelia returned, her phone was safe. This crazy woman drove my baby out so hard she left her phone behind. I hate that fat old chick!
I leave Square and run to Suburban Station. I figure maybe I can catch Amelia and get her the phone. I jog/run (smoking a cigarette) north on 17th street to the subway entrance.
It’s filled with usual homeless detritus asking for money, but I blaze past them because I must find Amelia.
I land in Suburban station. It is eerily empty. No people, just homeless and cops.
Where is Amelia and what train is she on? I’ll go to the Septa office.
I roll in and tell Brian and Atheya my dilemma. They’re great, and Brian gets on the loudspeaker and makes and announcement throughout all of Suburban Station.
“Amelia Eckhart! Please come to the Septa main office!”
I figure this will work.
We go again, and I get to know Brian and Athene even better now, but nothing we do yields Amelia.”
“Dude I appreciate you going twice with the announcement, but what if she takes the Broad Street Line?”
“That’s outside our voice”
I loved that this pony-tailed clerk articulated that so elegantly.
I texted Roman that if she came back to text me.
I was panicked and sad for my co worker
I texted Eileen to help me on social media.
I care about Amelia. I don’t want her scared about her phone. I know we can’t live without it anymore but I have to look after my friend.
I don’t want her to be scared.
I give up.
I’m walking home.
I’m two blocks from my house when I get the text from Roman…
“I’m om my way”
I scamper through Rittenhouse and back to Square.
Amelia is sitting at the bar, and scary woman is long gone.
I clap Amelia’s phone down in front of her on the bar.
I’m happy to see her.
I get another Chardonnay as a gift.
Amelia tells me she was on the train at 11th street when she realized she lost her phone.
Baby jumped off and came back.
I was so worried about her. My Amelia. I’m really glad it all worked out.
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