I totally forgot to post this weird thing that happened while we were in Toronto. It was the night we were going to see Evil Dead: The Musical (which was a total riot btw... Nug, you rock!). We went into the city a bit early since I had to go to my original TD Canada Trust bank branch in order to set up so that my corporate Visa was visible through online banking. I had Chris and the boys drop me off so I could do that while they went to find a parking spot somewhere closer to the theatre, then we were going to call/text msg to meet up.

So I'm wrapping up with the guy in the bank, and I start getting out my phone and prepping to send Chris a message. And it doesn't turn on. Reboot. Nada. Battery out and in. Nothing. Dead. And I'd checked to make sure that it turned on when we got into the car at the beginning of the drive, so I'm not sure what the hell happened. Probably seeing the panicked look on my face, the guy asked if there was anything else he could do. I chuckled and asked, I don't suppose your phone will let me make a long distance call... and nope, of course not.

So here's the dilemma. Not only is my phone not working, but I can't turn it on to retrieve anyone's phone number. Yeah, I'm one of those people who doesn't actually remember anyone's number, just looks it up every time. I'm thinking I might be able to remember Chris's cell phone number if I had a few tries. But of course it's a California number.

Anyway, I ask him to direct me to a payphone, and he does... out the bank, around a corner, down some stairs, into a hallway, around a corner. Oy. I don't know how I even found it, but I did. So I'm standing there, freaking out a little since we're in the middle of a huge city with no idea where to connect with each other, I don't have a means of communication or even know anyone to call. I tried what I thought was Chris's cell phone number, and the payphone asked me to insert $5. Which I probably didn't actually have in change, plus I really didn't know if it was the right number. Sigh. Rummage through purse. Find cottage phone number! Which happens to be a Toronto number, since we set it up through VOIP. I call the cottage and am relieved when my dad's girlfriend answers, who then fetches my sister, who should have Chris's number and can call him free from the cottage. Right? No. She dropped her cell phone in the water in Cuba and now has a new phone that doesn't have the call log or stored numbers. So she calls her boyfriend to find Chris's number, somewhere. I'm standing there hyperventilating a little, but grateful that things will all work out... and I look up and Chris is tapping on the window glass right next to me.

WTF?

Apparently he had to pee. And he just so happened to wander over to the precise section of the Toronto underground, go down those stairs, turn that corner... JUST as I was standing there on the payphone that happened to be in front of the window.

I was flabbergasted.

He says it's Stephy Sense :)

I love him so much.