no good deed...
Jun. 24th, 2008 08:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
snugglekittySo, this morning I hopped on the train and went to sit down in one of the "good seats" - for me, that means a seat next to the door, so then only one person is sitting next to you, and you have kind of an armrest also. I noticed there was something black and scruffy-looking on the seat before me. (Get your minds out of the gutter, you filthy perverts.) Upon examination, this proved to be a cell phone. I decided to take it with me and figure out a way to get it back to its owner.
I looked the phone over, but there was no name or email address on it. (Kids, this may be a hint!) I opened up the contacts list - lots of guy names, no idea what their relationship to the owner might be, and what if they think it's a joke, or try to hit on me? A few girl names, and what if the owner is a guy and I pick his steady girlfriend off this list by chance? O the drama. And then I had an idea and started grinning as I paged down. And indeed, one entry did say "Mom." I got off the train at Harvard Square and called this Mom, figuring that I would let someone know where it was before I turned it in to the MBTA folks, so the owner would know where to look for it.
Except that there weren't any MBTA folks. In Harvard Square. At ten am on a weekday. Srsly. Srsly? Dude, what if I had found an unattended backpack full of explosives or something? So, instead, Mom took my name and number, thanking me profusely, and promised her son would come get the phone that evening at my place in Davis Square. ("Oh! He lives there too!") I got home that afternoon and found a message on my cell phone (yes, I appreciate the irony that I found his phone when I'd left mine in a weird place in the apartment) thanking me for picking up the phone and asking me to call him at work, which I did.
He stopped by my apartment at seven on the dot (he said he'd come by between six and seven, and even torrential flooding did not stop him). He smiled a lot and thanked me, and awkwardly fished a folded bill out of his pocket. "A reward," he said. I didn't really hear him, though. I heard Mom. "It was very nice of that lady to pick up your phone. Anything could have happened! Think how much it would cost to replace it! You should give her something for her trouble."
Thanks, Mom. :)
I looked the phone over, but there was no name or email address on it. (Kids, this may be a hint!) I opened up the contacts list - lots of guy names, no idea what their relationship to the owner might be, and what if they think it's a joke, or try to hit on me? A few girl names, and what if the owner is a guy and I pick his steady girlfriend off this list by chance? O the drama. And then I had an idea and started grinning as I paged down. And indeed, one entry did say "Mom." I got off the train at Harvard Square and called this Mom, figuring that I would let someone know where it was before I turned it in to the MBTA folks, so the owner would know where to look for it.
Except that there weren't any MBTA folks. In Harvard Square. At ten am on a weekday. Srsly. Srsly? Dude, what if I had found an unattended backpack full of explosives or something? So, instead, Mom took my name and number, thanking me profusely, and promised her son would come get the phone that evening at my place in Davis Square. ("Oh! He lives there too!") I got home that afternoon and found a message on my cell phone (yes, I appreciate the irony that I found his phone when I'd left mine in a weird place in the apartment) thanking me for picking up the phone and asking me to call him at work, which I did.
He stopped by my apartment at seven on the dot (he said he'd come by between six and seven, and even torrential flooding did not stop him). He smiled a lot and thanked me, and awkwardly fished a folded bill out of his pocket. "A reward," he said. I didn't really hear him, though. I heard Mom. "It was very nice of that lady to pick up your phone. Anything could have happened! Think how much it would cost to replace it! You should give her something for her trouble."
Thanks, Mom. :)
