Me [via text]: I lost my favorite thing. I don’t know when but I noticed today.
Peter [on Skype]: What’s happened?
Me: That very first voice mail you left me, the morning of the day we first met. I logged in to my service to listen to it, because I do that sometimes, and it’s not there. Like, messages from days before and days after? There. Yours? [Sobby gasp] Gone. It doesn’t make sense. [Laugh-crying] Ughhh this is embarrassing how upset I am but I’ve been torn up for the past hour, and customer service can’t retrieve it [sniffle] and I can’t believe I actually bugged customer service about this.
Peter: I’m sorry. We could have recorded it had I known.
Me: Oh… shit. Shit! It might be in my iTunes, all my messages have a download option, I might have downloaded it at some point.
Me [hustling out of view from the camera; ugly crying]: I found it, searching by track length. I need to finish this cry and I’ll call you back.
This is the message Peter left me the morning I was too hung over to answer his call, before his day’s schedule unexpectedly cleared out, which resulted in this whole story of the day we first met.