Today in the haze of watery eyes and allergies, I dropped my phone on the sidewalk out front of my house and didn’t realize it. I am quite the space cadet when I’m sick and I was carrying a big box (new pet stairs for Riley)–those are my excuses. It was probably 30-45 minutes later when I realized my cell phone was gone and frantically started searching the house.
Luckily (or so I thought), I have the Lookout app for Android to help locate the device. My boyfriend, Brad, logged on the computer and started the search with me. He kept telling me that the phone was near the Randall’s by our house (which I hadn’t been to today).
He continued to ping the phone’s GPS to locate it and we hopped in the car to see if we could find the perpetrator who had clearly taken my phone. We drove in circles in the grocery store parking lot and the adjacent church parking lot.
At this point, anyone could have been a suspect: the lady at the bus stop, the Randall’s employee out front or the bum on his flip phone (because obviously he was using that phone to make the transaction to sell my phone away). Brad’s testosterone levels were at an all-time high thinking everyone could have stolen his girlfriend’s phone.
We scoped out Randall’s while grabbing some chicken for dinner (Riley had eaten the chicken I bought earlier and left on the counter, that dog I swear!) to no avail. I had succumbed to the fact that I was going to pay the $150 replacement fee for my Galaxy III that was barely two months old.
When we returned to the house, Brad gave me his phone to call Sprint when all of a sudden my photo popped up on the screen calling him. I quickly handed him the phone and tried to decipher his “uh huhs,” “oh yeahs” and finally “where do you want me to meet you?”
We walked out on the front lawn to see a girl on her phone holding my phone in her hands. Apparently her mom went on a walk to the Randall’s for some quick groceries and saw my phone on the sidewalk and was trying to figure out how to get it back to its owner.
Awesome is all I can say. It’s good to know that there are still honest and kind people out there, so of course I’m going to do something to show my gratitude. I’m baking some brownies and got a $10 Target gift card to say thanks. Apparently the neighbor spirit is still alive here in South Austin. God bless her!!
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