He was lucky his phone didn’t end up in the toilet, but I’m ahead of myself.
I arrived for work the other day, I was told a customer left their
phone, and it was in the lost and found basket. I made a mental note and
went to work. After a while, I heard a ring tone and wondered where the
That’s when I remembered the lost phone
and pulled it out, hoping to answer the call and tell the person where
the phone was. It was a smart phone, with a portable charger attached,
and I tried to figure out how to answer. It was locked.
I can understand the need to lock your phone, and the need to call the
number of your lost phone, but the situation was hopeless. I consider
myself techno-savy. Given enough time, I can usually figure out most
anything. I really wanted to help, but I just don’t have time in my busy
workday, to chase down the owner of a lost phone. I couldn’t answer the
call, so I set it aside.
Later, still, I noticed a car
in the parking lot, but the occupants didn’t come into the store. I
kept working and the car remained. During the middle of a task, I heard
the short whoop of a police car siren. You know the short blast a cop
uses to let you know he’s trying to pull you over. I wondered what the
police were doing?
Then, just like the cops do, the
siren went off in three bursts. I figured the cops were in the parking
lot, playing with their siren. By the time I figured out the noise was
coming from the phone, it had grown loud and annoying. I pulled the plug
on the charger. Then I tried again, to unlock the phone. I was looking
into ways of removing the battery, when a guy walked into the store.
said something that I didn’t understand, but something told me he was
the owner of the phone. "Is this your phone?" I asked. He nodded, and I
shoved the whole thing, charger and all, with two hands, at him. He
left, and I noticed the car left with him.
In my rant,
during the next few minutes, I lamented how rude he was. If he was
sitting outside, why couldn’t he just walk in and ask if he’d left his
phone? In my workplace, I cannot control the music that plays. It’s
never something I would choose and it’s always too loud. When that siren
went off, I had visions of having to deal all night, with that too.
lucky I didn’t shove his smart phone in the toilet to make it stop.
Still, the whole experience made me reflect on technology, and how it
has wormed it’s way into our society. I’m typing this on a computer,
while sitting in my car, waiting to take my daughter home from school.
She’ll likely text me in a few minutes to see if I’m here.
going to post this on the blog and set it to appear on Saturday
morning, all by itself. I’m getting ready to submit two manuscripts via
email. This afternoon, I’m going to do a video interview for a job I
applied for over the Internet. Yes, technology is prevalent in my life,
but as a writer, it’s a wonderful tool.
walking into a store to ask about your lost article, become so adverse?
As a kid, when I lost something, I’d retrace my steps, asking everyone
if they had seen the missing item. It’s the way it was. Then, again, we
didn’t have color television either. People actually interacted with
each other. Manuscripts were written by hand or typed onto paper.
I wonder. Are we better off with all our technology?