The Good of the City
Last night something I have always feared occurred–I lost my cell phone. I left it in a taxicab. Panicked thoughts raced through my head: How was I going to get in touch with anyone? How would I ever rebuild my phone book? How was I going to get my phone back?
I sent a text message to the phone via email, hoping that someone would read it and get in touch with me. I called a multitude of times this morning, hoping that the “Smells Like Teen Spirit” ringtone would drive someone to annoyance and to want to get rid of the phone. Nothing. I lost all hope. I was going to have to get a new phone and send out one of those blanket emails that we have all received: “I lost my cell phone and all numbers in it, if you could please send me your phone number…:
Early this afternoon, my husband received a call on his phone. My phone had been found! My thoughts then turned to, in the expanse of this city and its suburbs, how far would I have to treck to get my phone? A mere 6 blocks away. I am proud to report that this situation has renewed my belief that, in this city of attitude and sass, there is a lot of good and honesty out there. Thank you, Liam!