Guys, I lost my phone Thursday. Well, briefly.
That day I had gotten off way too early and my bus didn’t come for another hour and a half so my boss offered to drive me home. As soon as I stepped into the house, I began looking for my phone because I wanted to call a friend that had called me days before. It wasn’t in my purse. It wasn’t in my jacket or hoodie pocket. And it wasn’t in my lunch bag. “Did I leave it in her car?” I thought. Then I realized I would have seen it because I had to grab my lunch bag off the floor. Another reason the car was ruled out is because it’s literally like a month old so everything is still spotless. Maybe I left it in my work smock. That’s it. During my rush to grab my stuff, I foolishly forgot to grab my phone out my smock before placing it into my locker.
That was the best case scenario and I was okay with that. I told the boyfriend to call the house phone (don’t we sound all adult) if he needed me and I would go get my phone when he got home from work.
Around 6:30 p.m., someone knocked on my door. I was surprised because I don’t know anyone in the building so I didn’t know who it could be. And it was definitely too late for it to be a mail carrier. I took my hands out of the dish water, grabbed my robe and nervously answered the door unsure who it could be on the other side.
“Who is it?” I ask.
All I hear is my friend that I workout with nearly screaming “Yaz, I need to talk to you!” Now I am really scared because she has never come to my place uninvited and I don’t think she would ever do that. Not to mention, I know she has been going through a lot at work so I was really unsure what she was going to tell me.
She informed me that she had called my phone hoping to work out that night and a man answered my phone. What!!? At first, she thought it was the boyfriend playing a joke on me. Then she ruled that out when he began to tell her that he was waiting for someone to call it because he didn’t know who it belonged to. He followed that up by asking who she was. She informed him that she was “Yaz’ friend.” He then told her that nobody by that name lived there. Duh! You just said you found the phone. Long story short, they were able to meet up and swap my phone, which I am so so so happy about.
The crazy part about this whole situation is, I didn’t even know I lost it. It’s crazy that in a time where everyone is practically glued to their phones, I didn’t even miss it. I was chilling. Not to mention, Anthony, the guy who had my phone did not live in my apartment complex. He lived in the apartment buildings behind me near the development that my friend lives in. I don’t know how he got it or where he found it, but I am sure happy that he did. And to think that the reason I got it back is because I have been working out a little bit. Crazy.
