Description: A place for my ramblings
I really, truly hate losing things. Maybe that’s why I feel so bad when others have lost something that belongs to them, and I want to get it back to them if I can. I remember being on a bus in San Francisco when I was a kid and a person with down syndrome got off the bus and left some gloves behind. I remember finding a kid’s hat on a ferry, and wondering whether the kid was upset because he didn’t have his favorite hat. Maybe that’s why when I find something, I want to get it back to the owner, especially
Now, I’ve found and returned a number of phones over the years, from the old flip phones, to fairly new iPhones, and it’s usually quite easy. You wait until the phone rings, then set up a meeting place. That’s how previous “cell phone finds” have gone (though once I may not have gotten it back to the rightful owner, and the cell phone may have belonged to a drug dealer). On Monday I came across my most recent find at a park, an older iPhone 4, but unlike past phone finds, finding the owner was anything but
I quickly looked at this phone when I found it and noticed that it had no service, which seemed a bit odd because we were in the middle of the city, though we were in the middle of the river valley, which could block signals, I guess. I tried to unlock the phone, but it was protected by a PIN. Popped it in my pocket and brought it home to look at later. At home I discovered the phone still didn’t have service, and restarting it didn’t change anything. This phone wasn’t going to ring, so it was up to me to f