dad's a dope

dad bought himself a motorola razr while in india. he'd been eyeing this phone ever since it came out, so finally he bought one. i think he likes it most because the dial pad is big. anyway, he arrived home from his trip on tuesday night. he's emptying out his computer bag of all the gujarati cds he bought then hands me his phone manual. ... as much as i enjoy reading manuals, i'd rather see the phone thank you very much. so he starts looking for it, and looking for it, and looking for it. he then came to the realisation that he left his phone at his brother's house in london (uk). SMART! at least he had his old phone here with his sim card, so it's not like he'd be phoneless; just separated from his new toy. apparently this bugged him so much that he got up at 1am to call his brother about his phone. 1am! my dad's insane.. must be the jet lag. he was told that the phone wasn't there, so back he went on his search. he finally found it beside his laptop in the computer bag.

i've come to realise i'm turning into my dad because i've done the exact same thing before (well not the calling anyone at 6am, their time, about my missing toy). scary.