My photos are not going to be chronological. We stopped in a rest area at a tacky souvenir shop that boasted Brand! New! Bathrooms! And that's what it had. Gorgeous, clean, large-stall, attended, rest rooms. My phone was in my pocket. I was afraid it was falling out so I took it out, laid it on a paper towel in the stall, and promptly left it there.
32 miles down the road, I said, "Uh...I'm sorry. I left my phone there."
Back we went, and there it was, at the register, waiting for me. Lucky.