Gutted

The Ruut family just got back from my Mom's house in Northampton and we unloaded the car and called my Mom to let her know we made it back in one piece.

As we spoke, Mom told me what I had left there (even though we all checked and double checked) and I made a face. Mrs Ruut started trying to guess what it was based on the "ah shit" look I made.

When I hung up she said "We left your iPhone?"
"No, worse"
"Worse than leaving your iPhone?"
"My guitar."
"Bummer."

I'm *makes pinch with finger and thumb* 'this' close to driving back.