So who's your carrier?

Today I saw a woman with a satchel, well really it was a sadle on her small dog. Let me preface this with the fact the I was at work, which is the bottom floor of IKEA. The part of the store where you find thirsty wandering jews fleeing persecution from the egyptians but took a wrong turn and are now eternally lost. The part where people get so lost, and so frustrated that, in the words of my manager Andrea "You can watch relationships disintegrate". So perhaps this was a service dog for this woman, who by my guess was maybe pushin 34, if that. She was bit overweight but not huge, and yes she wasn't gonna be winning any spelling bees in the near future if you catch my D-R-I-F-T. By the size and make of the satchel you could easily figure that that was the original purpose of it. However one look at the fuschia color might bring back memories of old trapper keepers or kit-n-kaboodles. What was the service this dog provided that she was walking on a leash through a store the size of many small villages? It carried her cell phone. It had a small pocket on one side....that carried her cell phone. I suppose thats just as good as your oxygen tank or emergency diabetic shock kit. Pushing a cart through a home furnishings store with a baby in it, and nothing more, totally constitutes having a small animal carry your cell phone. And you know that it was probably the newest I-phone or something. I assume she would need to keep up with her fellow Gresham ladies who lunch. Maybe one of those ladies keeps a parakeet on her shoulder who holds her blue-tooth, "I just like to have my hands free" she might say. This was obviously a woman who's time is valuable.