Last weekend I found an iPhone caddy left at one of the local sporting ovals. I’m a volunteer ground manager for a junior footy club which uses it as home base.
It had the phone, a drivers licence a couple of credit cards and other cards. The guy was an apprentice who I managed to find via Facebook and left a message, but they didn’t respond. The phone had run flat, and though I recharged it nobody called the number.
So I drove to the address on the licence, about 30 minutes away but nobody seemed to be home. So I went to the local police station, which was a couple of blocks away and left the phone with them. I went back via the house to leave a message. As I arrived a car pulled up driven by the owners mother, with her son aboard.
Obviously they were quite appreciative and offered me a reward. I declined, asking only that if they were in the same situation if they could in turn pass the favour on. Naff faith in humanity, maybe.
Tonight I dropped my own wallet in a shopping centre car park while loading groceries and drove off. On discovering the loss I returned asap but couldn’t find it and it hadn’t been handed in. Bugger, blast and damnation.
Drove back home feeling ropeable at my own stupidity and contemplating the amount of work required to cancel and have reissued the contents. 20 minutes later there was a knock on the door by a local whom I didn’t know who handed me my wallet.
Karma? Luck? Vindication?
Dunno, but I have a warm fuzzy feeling inside whatever the cause.
