Dreamstalker's thread reminded me of an incident...
I once found a misplaced phone in a parking lot. It was just a few generations down from those massive brick phones (back in 1999) so there were no apps, and the contact list didn't have anything useful. Asked the grocery store if anyone was looking for a missing phone, but that was a no, so I hung on to it. After about half an hour, it rang, and I answered. Turned out the owner was calling her own phone.
Her: This phone you just answered is mine.
Me: Oh, good! I was hoping you'd call for it.
Her: Where are you?
Me: I'm at work at [Pizza Place]. I found the phone in our parking lot.
Her: I'm coming to get it.
Me: Great! I'll be here for the next four hours, so whenever--
Her: *click*
She came in about 15 minutes later, told me why she was there. When I handed her the phone, she snatched it away from me and glared at me as if I was a thief, then marched her way out the door angrily without another word.
So sorry to have given you back your precious phone! If I was going to steal it, why would I have been happy to receive your call? Why would I have told you where I work and how long I'd be there? I'm not sure whether I was more bothered about the ingratitude or about the unspoken accusation of thievery.
No good deed goes unpunished, eh?
I once found a misplaced phone in a parking lot. It was just a few generations down from those massive brick phones (back in 1999) so there were no apps, and the contact list didn't have anything useful. Asked the grocery store if anyone was looking for a missing phone, but that was a no, so I hung on to it. After about half an hour, it rang, and I answered. Turned out the owner was calling her own phone.
Her: This phone you just answered is mine.
Me: Oh, good! I was hoping you'd call for it.
Her: Where are you?
Me: I'm at work at [Pizza Place]. I found the phone in our parking lot.
Her: I'm coming to get it.
Me: Great! I'll be here for the next four hours, so whenever--
Her: *click*
She came in about 15 minutes later, told me why she was there. When I handed her the phone, she snatched it away from me and glared at me as if I was a thief, then marched her way out the door angrily without another word.
So sorry to have given you back your precious phone! If I was going to steal it, why would I have been happy to receive your call? Why would I have told you where I work and how long I'd be there? I'm not sure whether I was more bothered about the ingratitude or about the unspoken accusation of thievery.
No good deed goes unpunished, eh?
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