I was planning on writing about friendship bracelets and “friends forever” necklaces in the post-adolescent years, but then something monumental happened.
For a hot second, my entire day got flipped turned upside down (exactly like Will Smith).
OK, it was more than a second.
It felt like a few days where the Earth stood still…
And I was pretty much afraid for my life:
I lost my smart phone.
A brief history:
I’m not one to lose phones.
I have friends who could make a career out of losing their iPhones.
They’d fire me on the spot.
In my entire life, there have been 2 prior phone-loss situations on record. The first was someplace in Europe, at a dance club, circa 3 AM. The second was a few months ago, 2 blocks from my apartment; someone took my phone out of my purse. I never saw the phone again and with it perished a couple hundred photos (that had yet to be backed up).
Both times, I tried to locate the phones. Both times, I called the establishments where they were last seen, hoping that a kind citizen had turned them in. Hoping that someone had found them and was psyched to make my day.
Both times the answer was no.
I assumed today would be no different.
Today the phone in question fell out of my coat pocket on my way to work. In the middle of a 4-lane busy intersection in downtown Chicago.
Clearly today was the day that I felt like the appropriate place for my phone was not in my purse, but in my giant winter jacket. On probably the 2nd coldest recorded day in Chicago. I made the decision to stuff my phone inside my pockets. With 2 pairs of gloves, a hat, 2 packets of travel tissues, a chap-stick, and a winter facemask.
Clearly, I am not a morning person.
Once I realized it was missing, I went back to the intersection and walked back and forth during walk signs. I found my case. But I found no phone.
Maybe a car ran over it?
I walked to work.
I sent e-mails to friends claiming my anger for the entire human race. Are old iPhones really that valuable?!?!
I called my phone. Predictably, it was turned off.
I waited an hour.
I turned on iCloud.
Miraculously, my phone was suddenly on and was located 5 blocks from work.
I sent a message to the phone begging the individual who had it to call or e-mail. I offered a reward.
I called the phone 7 more times.
I waited some more.
Around 1PM, a girl called me to tell me she had found my phone by the side of the road.
I was beside myself with joy.
I immediately ran to buy her a gift card. And took a cab to her place of work. And was stuttering out of gratefulness, that she would return it me.
As soon as I got the phone, another e-mail went out.
Guess there are good people in this world.
How quickly a day goes from good to bad. How quickly a day is turned around completely. How quickly faith is lost and found.
Over a stupid iPhone.
Time to celebrate.
(by Instagram-ing. Obviously.)