Monday, May 10, 2010

Faith in Humanity, Possession of iPhone Restored

I lost my iPhone this afternoon at lunch.  I'm not completely sure how this happened considering my phone is nearly attached to my hip (no, not with one of those horrible cell phone belt clips, figuratively).  I get back from Subway and realize my better half is nowhere to be found.  I'm almost certain by now it fell out my pocket and was tread food by now.  I head back to "Jared's favorite eatery" to scour the area, no iPhone.  Already defeated and dreading the worst, I politely ask the "sandwich artists" if they had seen my priceless cellular device.  Seemingly annoyed that I'm not ordering a $5 footlong they reply with a short "nope, no phone here."

I head back to work, head down, defeated like my puppy just ran away.  Wading through the fog of despair I summon up all the very little positivity I can muster and call on the off chance someone might answer.  The first time, I get 4/5 rings before going to voicemail.  Second call I get an answer.  It sounds like my phone is joyriding in a Peterbilt with the windows down.  After what seems like an eternity, my "hello's" are answered.  The scruffy very rural accent on the other end informs me that he found my phone in the parking lot, that he wouldn't be done working till 10, that his name is "um..., James" and that he'd meet me after work to return my phone for a $20 reward (his idea of course).

I'm thankful for the glimmer of hope, but 10:30 was an eternity away and I'd never gone that long w/o my phone, ever.  Also, "James" didn't really sound like he was too enthused with the idea of returning my pride and joy.  I couldn't help thinking that he was heading to New Mexico and just threw me a bone to ease my mind.

Nevertheless, 10:30 rolls around with me sitting in the parking lot when none other then "James" rolls up right next to me.  We exchange pleasantries and he hands me my beloved.  I try not to gush all over him with gratitude while offering him the agreed upon monetary reward.  He politely declines my advances and drives off into the sunset.  As I look over my phone, I can't help but think to myself, "Self, there really are good people out there who would return a stranger's iPhone just because it's the right thing to do."  Thank you kind, tobacco smoking stranger, for restoring my faith and returning my phone.