Friday, November 12, 2004
( 12:05 AM ) teahouse
I just lost my cell phone.
I went out for a drink with friends, and when I got out of the cab and walked into the bar, I realized suddenly that I'd left my cell phone in the back seat.
This has happened to me before. The last time, a nice lady picked it up, dialed the "last dialed" number (my sister) and told her to call me at home and tell me she had my phone.
The time before that, I called it, and someone answered and said, "Don't worry; I have your phone. I'm on the corner of 34th and Lexington; you can come and get it."
The time before that, the cab driver got it and drove it back to me. I gave him a $20 bill.
. . .
Ok, ok, ok...so maybe I have lost my phone more times than the average person. Maybe I've just been lucky.
But this time, I called it and called it, and nobody picked it up.
Then, half an hour later, when I tried calling again, it started going straight to my voicemail. Which means only one thing: somebody DID pick it up...and turned it off!
I called Sprint and had them suspend the account immediately. I loved that phone, and they don't make it anymore.
I AM PISSED OFF.
So I'm not a profane or angry person by nature.
But whoever took my phone and didn't try to return it to me, didn't answer it, and TURNED IT OFF SO I COULDN'T REACH YOU, I hope you rot in hell, you motherfucker.