Soo, Friday night I lost my iPhone. Dark times.
Just a nightmare. I have never lost a phone before, or any electronic device actually, and I woke up on Saturday morning in a panic. I had no idea where it could have gone. I remembered using it on the subway home after the St. Paddy’s adventures, but not actually having it once I got home (because I went straight to bed like an old lady).
I figured I accidentally left it on the subway, or dropped it in the street, and it was gone forever. Immediately I thought of this story about the guy who had his iPad stolen and the girl who stole it started taking self portraits which were then automatically synced to his iPhone.
But I don’t use iCloud, so sadly that wouldn’t be happening for me.
But it was a sad, sad day. Because who returns an iPhone? I assumed I’d be seeing it up for sale on Kijiji by the end of the day.
I emailed Evan to let him know, and we both tried calling it and it went straight to voicemail. I had to use Google Voice to call because I don’t have a home phone (which is actually a super awesome thing). I felt so naked without my beautiful little celly, so I was already looking into getting a new one. On the bright side, I only have six months left in my contract so I could get a new phone for pretty cheap, and on the other bright side, I had just backed up my entire phone for the VERY FIRST TIME on Thursday because I did a full reinstall of everything trying to free up some space. That was flukey. So all was not lost, I wouldn’t actually lose anything. Just some hilarious photos and a couple videos from Friday night.
But then a miracle happened! Evan texted my phone asking “Did someone find this phone?” and someone wrote back and said yes! And then the guy who had it called him! It turns out he found my phone on the stairs of my subway station (I guess it fell out of my pocket) and he wanted to return it.
I was ecstatic.
That was pretty much my reaction. I was absolutely shocked. I really did not think I would be getting it back. I had already mourned the loss of my phone and was trying to positively look forward. Even my cop friend said someone returning an iPhone in Toronto was pretty much unheard of.
The guy who found it worked in one of the mobile booths of a mall nearby, so I just zipped on over Saturday afternoon and picked that puppy up. It worked out beautifully actually, as I had a bunch of errands to run and everything I needed was in that mall.
I don’t know who found my phone, because there were two guys working, so it was either an older white man or a young black man. I am just going to say they are both angels. But I do know his name was Sylvester. So thank you Sylvester! Big time cheers to you!
I will drink to that (and I did, on Saturday). I am so, so grateful to be reunited with my phone.
I think this is just a nice story that says there are still good people in this world who wouldn’t find an iPhone and immediately try to sell it like a big d-bag. Hurrah for that.