Ok, so I was pumping gas into my car, right? Well, before that, I had put my phone on the roof (The pants I'm wearing don't have pockets). Well, after I stop pumping, I then drove 15 miles home; while also reaching a maximum speed of 65 mph on the highway.
Shortly after I get home, I reach towards where my phone normally is (An old cigarette holder, by the charger), and realize it wasn't there. I then start looking under my seat and the backseat, thinking it might've fell off after hitting a set of railroad tracks that are on the way home. Nothing.
After that, I started getting frantic, realizing my phone might've fell off the roof and was then shattered into my million pieces by then. So I had my twin check the Life360 app my mom had my sisters and I downloaded (Because paranoid mom), to check where it was.
Well, she checks it, and sees that it's home. So, I check where I left it; and to my absolute shock, it was still there; clinging for its dear life on the spoiler.
God, I love God...