4:30AM & G waits in the cell phone lot while I walk our daughter to the departure gates. Waving goodbye I reach in my purse to call him. No phone. I search the length of the airport to find a pay phone but it doesn’t work. A security guard sees me having trouble & lends me his cell phone. I accidentally dial my own number. My pocket rings. The security guard says “well now I have your number.” I nervously laughed while dialing G pointing wildly to newly found phone and waving jazz hands goodbye as I run away. There is a stranger who thinks I am entirely wacko or that I have found a creative way to give out my phone number. Either way G laughed at me the entire way home.