It was a Saturday morning that started like many other Saturday mornings. Sipping coffee at a favorite local spot with my husband and discussing how to spend the remainder of our day.
On the docket for this particular Saturday was a trip to find storage containers in an effort to organize our ever increasingly cluttered basement. Oh, the joys of being a homeowner.
As we were driving away from the coffee shop, ready to start our Saturday adventure, the following train of thought went chugging down the tracks in my brain.
“I wonder which store with have the best selection of big storage bins. And who will have the best price? I really don’t want to spend all day shopping around for these things.”
Stop the train. Who am I kidding? I didn’t think any of those things. The only thought that crossed my mind was, “Which do I have the best chance at getting another mayorship in Foursquare? I need to go there so I can check in!”
At this moment I should have realized, “Holy crap, I am way too invested in this Foursquare thing.”
But no, it was at that moment I realized, “Holy crap, where’s my phone? Wait, where is my purse?!”
I’m sure my husband thought I was either seizing or having a heart attack, and once I had calmed down enough to explain that I had left my purse at the coffee shop, his response implied I had overreacted. Okay, maybe just a little bit. But any woman will agree and commiserate with me – most days I’d rather be caught without my pinky toe than my purse!
Fast forward the agonizing two minutes it took to get back to the coffee shop – we found my purse sitting quietly right where I’d left her. (Yes, her name is Maggie. So you understand why losing her felt like losing a child.)
Embarrassed, I walked in, snatched her up and off we went to Target to explore the incredibly interesting selection of storage bins. Watch out Mayor Melissa – I’m coming for you!
So, maybe giving Foursquare credit for saving my life is being a tad dramatic. But no matter how you slice it, my occasional obsession with Foursquare check-ins and mayorships certainly prompted my realization that Maggie was left sitting all by her lonesome, just waiting for strangers to come and steal her goods.
Tell me, please, how social media has saved your life?
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