"Finders keepers, losers weepers."
- An idiom meaning whoever finds something is entitled to keep it. Often shortened to - 'finders keepers.'
The other day I was sitting at a bus stop, all by my lonesome, when a phone starts ringing. At first I thought it was mine and then realized the sound was unfamiliar to me (different ring tone). I immediately get off the bench and start tracking the location of the sound. A moment later I find myself standing over a group of shrubs next to the bus stop bench. I pull them apart and take notice of what appears to be a tablet or large phone. I reach into the shrubs and grab the instrument.
At first glance it was obvious I had found something nice. I do a little digging on the Internet while waiting for the bus, and wouldn't you know...a Nexus 5G had just fallen into my lap. Turns out, and I don't know shit about phones, I was holding the latest and greatest version of the smart phone. It had a retail value, from what I researched, of four fifty plus. It's a hundred times more eloquent than the phone I currently use.
I start exploring the features and the overall speed of this monster and it is very impressive. 5G coverage versus the 3G shit coverage I have now. Five inch screen with all the Apps and features. There is no way in hell I would ever be able to afford a beast like this, but it was mine now!
As I'm sitting at the bus stop smiling - the phone rings again. I look down at the Caller ID and it reads, 'Dad.' After seeing this, a numbrer of thoughts began running through my head. You know how in the movies or cartoons where there is a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other? That's how it felt - "You found this phone on the street. Fair and square! If the shoe was on the other foot they would keep this phone and call it their own. Remember when you had your computer taken when you left it at a restaurant? This is just fair turnabout! Think about how long it has been since you've had anything nice! Look how nice it is," the words of the devil sitting on one shoulder were seducing to say the least. And then the angel on the opposite shoulder pipes up - "This phone doesn't belong to you! It probably belongs to a kid whose parents saved up money so they could give them something special. You need to recall the number that just called and tell them where you can give it back to them - Right now!"
I weighed the argument from both sides and then came to a conclusion: Fuck it, it is mine now. I will find a new SIM card and disable or get rid of any tracking software. What a find!
I am kidding - I called the number on Caller ID that read Dad. A guy about my age shows up thirty minutes later and I give the phone to him. He tells me his son had it stolen or lost the other day and they were for sure it was gone for good. He then shakes my hand and thanks me for being an honest person. As I watch him get in his car and drive off, I had one thought going through my mind - "What a phone!"
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