E. T. phone home
I have lost my phone. Those who know me know this is not uncommon.
I didn't realize I'd lost it. How did I find out? I got a call from a friend. My friend said she got a call from someone looking for me. This "someone" found my phone. In fact, they were calling from it.
So, I'm calling my phone to try and reach this person. I've called twice from work, a number which caller ID should recognize. I left a text message. How else do I try to reach this person?
How strange to have someone calling my friends, looking for me, calling from my phone.
Strange and kind of creepy.
UPDATE: J got a call from the person with my phone. This time, they called from their own phone. The phone was safely tucked away at a halfway house (!) Apparently, it sought refuge from the abuse I gave it. That, or I left it on the bus. A counselor found it and brought it to work with her in south Minneapolis.
When I walked in to retrieve it, a group of teens? young adults? were sitting on the couch, listening half-heartedly to a counselor talking fervently with his hands. Walking back to the car, I looked through my outgoing calls. Over 7 or 8 calls to friends and family. I had a few cryptic messages, "hey, so did she find you?" "your phone, do you have it?" Yes, the phone is safe.
Temporarily.
I didn't realize I'd lost it. How did I find out? I got a call from a friend. My friend said she got a call from someone looking for me. This "someone" found my phone. In fact, they were calling from it.
So, I'm calling my phone to try and reach this person. I've called twice from work, a number which caller ID should recognize. I left a text message. How else do I try to reach this person?
How strange to have someone calling my friends, looking for me, calling from my phone.
Strange and kind of creepy.
UPDATE: J got a call from the person with my phone. This time, they called from their own phone. The phone was safely tucked away at a halfway house (!) Apparently, it sought refuge from the abuse I gave it. That, or I left it on the bus. A counselor found it and brought it to work with her in south Minneapolis.
When I walked in to retrieve it, a group of teens? young adults? were sitting on the couch, listening half-heartedly to a counselor talking fervently with his hands. Walking back to the car, I looked through my outgoing calls. Over 7 or 8 calls to friends and family. I had a few cryptic messages, "hey, so did she find you?" "your phone, do you have it?" Yes, the phone is safe.
Temporarily.
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