Enough is enough, I told myself.
It is finally time to redeem oneself.
If I can pull this big stunt off, I'll be known
As the girl who can live without her phone.
I marched up to my bank and told my Manager,
Here, take my phone, keep it in the locker.
If I come clamouring asking to have it back,
Here's a written permission to give me a big smack.
With the basics taken care of, I smiled,
Feeling free and surprisingly wild.
Where shall I go? A celebratory lunch sounds good.
I pat my back pocket to find the best restaurants in the hood.
Uh oh. There's no phone in the back pocket.
Don't panic, I told myself. This isn't science of a rocket.
I looked around and finally asked someone kind.
He said, Google it yourself, you creep, are you out of your mind?
Nevermind, I thought, who wants a meal.
I'll just go shopping and find myself a deal.
I walked into the nearest shopping mall,
But there were no salesmen, they were all AWOL.
I found one hiding behind her desk.
But she seemed busy on her phone. Tsk tsk.
Umm, is the shop open, I asked the female.
She snapped, don't ever disturb me during the big Amazon sale.
It's ok, I told my fluttering heart
It's just the phone. Your life's not falling apart.
I just need to get home, I'll be alright.
Now to just find a cab in sight.
Five minutes later, I had learnt something new.
Hailing a cab is no child's play, who knew?
Noone stops, it's like you don't exist,
It doesn't matter how much you persist.
Fine. If that's what the universe demands.
I went back to the bank, hoping the manager understands.
She heard me out and gave me the promised big smack.
And sniggered, you need an OTP on your phone to open the locker and get your phone back.
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