Today I lost my phone at the bus station.
I’d called my dad while walking to the station.
When I sat down to wait for the bus I noticed a text from my wife. She said she was leaving campus then in our car.
Hoping to catch a ride with her, I texted her and called her, hoping I’d reach her before she drove off.
She didn’t pick up, but I was still hopeful she’d call back before the bus arrived.
I set my phone on the bus station bench to me so I could hear if my wife called me back.
I got out my iPad and played some games while I waited.
The bus came up and I packed my iPad away. I got on the bus and waited a bit for it to leave.
As the doors closed I realized my phone wasn’t in my pocket.
I asked the driver if he’d hold for a second while I checked the bench.
I ran out, quickly looked all over, asked a few people, and couldn’t find it.
I got back on and rode home.
I got home and talked to my wife. I called my phone a dozen or so times, but no one answered.
I gave up and called my phone company and got the phone canceled.
A few hours later my wife got a call from the person who found my phone offering to return it.
We organized a meeting for him to give it back. I went there with ten bucks to pay him back (about half the cost of my cheapo phone pictured above).
I met him outside a grocery store.
He gave me the phone back and refused to take the $10 reward. Nice guy!
So now I’ve got my phone back!
That’s my little adventure from today.