A Day in the life (Of Someone Else)

            I’m staring at the mirror, shocked.  I've never seen this hare, these eyes, or this face before.  Suddenly, the cell phone on the nightstand starts ringing.  I answer it, and hear a gruff voice barking at me about being late to work. Still shocked, I remain speechless.  The man tells me not to bother coming into work today because they already got someone covering my shift, but now I’m in hot water, then he hangs up.
After the phone call I frantically search the room for an ID card of some sort so that I can find out whose room I’m in.  Finding nothing in the room I quickly go downstairs a see a wallet on the kitchen table.  I open it a search I t to find a drivers license.  I’m in the body of Rich Goldberg, who is 6’1”, 21 years old, and also an organ donor.  Now I know whose body I’m in, now what should I do?My stomach suddenly growls. I look at a clock on the wall, and it reads 12:00 pm. 
          I decide to change out of this man’s pajamas and into a t-shirt and a pair of shorts.  I throw on a jacket and start driving around town looking for a restaurant.  I stop at a Noodles & Co. near Rich’s house and get lunch.  He must have gone there a lot, because many of the employees kindly greeted me.  I replied in a kind tone, pretending I knew who they were.  
           When I left I was still completely baffled. On my way back to the house, I suddenly realized something.  I was the campus of the University of Minnesota.  I knew this because my dad had brought me here before, also there was a football stadium that said University of Minnesota on it in big letters.  I arrived at the house still not sure what I should do. Rich’s phone rang again and I answered it. 
          The person on the other end sounded like a teenager and asked if I was Rich Goldberg.  I said yes and he suddenly started cheering on the other end saying something cell phone brain switching being a success, then I felt a shock and fell unconscious.  I woke up the next day in my own bed, and more importantly, my own body.  While I was relived, I still was quite confused.  I grabbed my phone and checked recent calls.  I saw a number I didn't recognize, a figured that was Rich’s number. I wondered whether or not I should call and ask, or leave it be.