This happened as I was heading to Grand Forks to judge the dance competition last week: I spent the morning on my Treo: work, work, work… I stopped for a minute and went to use my stylus. Hmmm, can't find it. looked through all my bags and coat pockets. No luck...
Oh well, on to the plane to
Off the plane and across the terminal and to the bar… work some more. Where the hell did that stylus go?!?
Then grab a cup of hot chocolate and head to where I board the plane to
Go to bathroom and happen to look in the mirror: ..Nice. I spent 10 hours with a stylus horn yesterday. Worst unicorn ever. Feel free to make fun of me..