Stolen…
My iPhone was stolen today.
Here’s the kicker… by a 4 year old. He must’ve picked it up when I was filling his prescriptions. By the time I noticed it was gone, it was already too late. I tried everything to contact his mother. I called the number in his file. Disconnected. I drove to the address in his file. Vacant.
I called the phone about a thousand times. Somehow the kid managed to figure out how to answer the phone. I thought I was golden.
“Hello?!” I said over and over. The kid never responded. I continued to call for someone, anyone. I heard his mother in the background yelling in Spanish. I yelled with hopes she’d hear me.
Nothing.
It seems hopeless, but I do have a couple more (very slim) options tomorrow. After that, it’s over.
I have an iPhone 3G S now. Sadly, it hasn’t helped ease the pain.
I guess you’ll just never get over your first dog, no matter how cute or fun the new one is.
:(
