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!

1 Comment so far

  1. Marisa (unregistered) on January 22nd, 2007 @ 1:06 am

    That happened to me about four years ago. My cell phone slipped out of my coat pocket and onto the seat of the cab. Thankfully, someone heard me calling it, gave it to the driver and he brought it back to me (for $10). But I was so relieved to have it back that I didn’t care. I’m glad you had similarly happy result!

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