Instant karma

I got my phone back! I put it down good phone karma.

Last week I found a phone on a bench in the disabled toilet in the library at uni. I took it to the information desk, handed it over and said “I found this phone”. The woman looked at me as if I had offered to clean her house, to give her a million dollars, or like I was on acid. Perhaps all three. “Oh”, she stammered, “where’d you find it?” I told her. “Oh, thanks for that”.

It’s a sad indictment on society that she was so aghast at my good deed. But ultimately the mobile phone gods have smiled upon me and returned my phone to me in good order.

After two trips to Cityrail’s lost property office, three calls to my phone company and a $4.40 “recovery fee”, it’s home where it belongs.