Wow. I'm am truly shocked by the actions of an unknown individual at my university today.
Sometime between 11:00AM and 1:00PM, as I sat in the university student lounge, which is on the top floor of the Student Union building, my new pants revealed a troubling problem that will have to be fixed: the cargo pocket on the right side does not latch closed properly. The problem? My iPod was in that pocket. Of course, unlatched cargo pocket + me sitting on a couch in a comfortable position = iPod falling out of pocket. Thus, my iPod ended up on, in, or underneath the sofa in the lounge sometime around 12:00PM (+- 1 hour).
Approximately 6 hours later, I realized what had transpired. I returned to the building, knowing that the iPod was in all likelyhood lost forever, but holding out that small glimmer of hope that kept me from simply sinking into a deep funk that I would never recover from. With a sinking heart, I headed for the information desk to inquire about the "Lost and Found" area.
Upon hearing that I had lost an iPod, the nice lady behind the desk suppressed a giggle at the thought that it might have actually been turned in, but soon after bit it back with a small gasp. Indeed, an iPod seemed to be on the list of items turned in, and after a little searching, my beloved "Heart of Gold" (as I have named my iPod) was returned to me through my desperate attempt and the kindness of a random stranger whom I will never meet.
I must say, I didn't think there was a person on campus who would have turned in the iPod, at least not other than the few friends I have, all of whom were accounted for at the time of loss. I know have a slightly renewed faith in the ability of a small subset of the human population to do the right thing.
Anyone else had that same feeling lately?
jW
Sometime between 11:00AM and 1:00PM, as I sat in the university student lounge, which is on the top floor of the Student Union building, my new pants revealed a troubling problem that will have to be fixed: the cargo pocket on the right side does not latch closed properly. The problem? My iPod was in that pocket. Of course, unlatched cargo pocket + me sitting on a couch in a comfortable position = iPod falling out of pocket. Thus, my iPod ended up on, in, or underneath the sofa in the lounge sometime around 12:00PM (+- 1 hour).
Approximately 6 hours later, I realized what had transpired. I returned to the building, knowing that the iPod was in all likelyhood lost forever, but holding out that small glimmer of hope that kept me from simply sinking into a deep funk that I would never recover from. With a sinking heart, I headed for the information desk to inquire about the "Lost and Found" area.
Upon hearing that I had lost an iPod, the nice lady behind the desk suppressed a giggle at the thought that it might have actually been turned in, but soon after bit it back with a small gasp. Indeed, an iPod seemed to be on the list of items turned in, and after a little searching, my beloved "Heart of Gold" (as I have named my iPod) was returned to me through my desperate attempt and the kindness of a random stranger whom I will never meet.
I must say, I didn't think there was a person on campus who would have turned in the iPod, at least not other than the few friends I have, all of whom were accounted for at the time of loss. I know have a slightly renewed faith in the ability of a small subset of the human population to do the right thing.
Anyone else had that same feeling lately?
jW
