A tale of a phone lost and found
I cleverly managed to forget my phone in a taxi last night. I tried calling it as soon as I got home, but no answer. I was afraid that it was going to be basically gone because I had no idea which cab I was in (didn't get the receipt). I tried again this morning, and got lucky: somebody picked it up and said they'd bring it to me. It actually turns out that it was the police! I guess the driver dropped it off with them. I was fairly surprised that the police actually brought it to me (instead of having me go to a station) but they did. The officer just asked me a few quick questions about the phone (e.g., what model is it, list some contacts from the address book) and then had me sign something and I got it back. Phew! Very nice of the police to do that, in any case.
Aurelie had the same mishap a few months ago, but when we called the number a passenger picked it up. In that case, they were kind enough to stop near our place on their way back from dinner, so we picked it up from them.
Two lucky strikes, and lesson definitely learned. I usually check my pockets as I leave the taxi; last night I checked just 30 seconds too late -- the taxi was already gone.
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Posted on 07/31/09 at 09:50:23 by dchaley (David Haley)
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