Lost and found in London

I was issued a brand-new iPhone from work. It was glossy and gleamy, and as slippery as silk. So slippery that in fact it slipped right out of my trouser pocket in the back seat of a London cab. I was so focused on my clients that when I left the car after paying the cabbie, I did so without seeing my new black work phone still lying on the seat.

Soon after we ordered our dinner, I realised what had happened. Damn! Would I get my phone back? No. Would my boss be angry with me? Yes.

One of my guests kindly lent his phone so I could call my number in the hopes that the cabbie might pick it up. It rang once, twice, and someone did pick up. It turned out to be another passenger. He said don’t worry and to text my address to my phone he held and he’ll post it back to me. I was so grateful, I could have cried. I did as he instructed and later realized that I didn’t get his name or number.

A few days went by without my phone arriving. I began to wonder. Did he send the phone? Did it get lost en route? Or did he simply play a mean game and flogged the phone?

The phone did arrive about a week later. I was so glad and grateful. And also a bit guilty of doubting his kindness with my impatience. I sent a box of chocolate and a thank you card to the return address on the envelope.

Since then, I got a bright yellow rubber case so that the phone was no longer slippery and I would see it even in the back of a night cab.

K. M.
Norwich, UK

Lost and found in London

I was issued a brand-new iPhone from work. It was glossy and gleamy, and as slippery as silk. So slippery that in fact it slipped right out of my trouser pocket in the back seat of a London cab. I was so focused on my clients that when I left the car after paying the cabbie, I did so without seeing my new black work phone still lying on the seat.

Soon after we ordered our dinner, I realised what had happened. Damn! Would I get my phone back? No. Would my boss be angry with me? Yes.

One of my guests kindly lent his phone so I could call my number in the hopes that the cabbie might pick it up. It rang once, twice, and someone did pick up. It turned out to be another passenger. He said don’t worry and to text my address to my phone he held and he’ll post it back to me. I was so grateful, I could have cried. I did as he instructed and later realized that I didn’t get his name or number.

A few days went by without my phone arriving. I began to wonder. Did he send the phone? Did it get lost en route? Or did he simply play a mean game and flogged the phone?

The phone did arrive about a week later. I was so glad and grateful. And also a bit guilty of doubting his kindness with my impatience. I sent a box of chocolate and a thank you card to the return address on the envelope.

Since then, I got a bright yellow rubber case so that the phone was no longer slippery and I would see it even in the back of a night cab.

K. M.
Norwich, UK

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