Podcasts usually can put me to sleep (The Tailosive Tech Podcast is one that works well for me) but Drew stopped releasing new podcasts for a bit so I gotta find someone else to listen to.
How hard it is to return somebody's lost mobile phone.
On my bike ride yesterday, I was nearly home when I found an iPhone on the side of the road. I asked Siri who I was, and it gave me a first name. I started asking it to call home, mom, dad, etc. to no avail.
Eventually, I took many shots in the dark, asking it to call any common name I could think of. Finally, after a lotta awkward conversations with answering machines and skeptical receptionists, I asked to call Jane and got, "Calling Janet."
I asked the person who picked up if she knew an Aaron _______, and she too seemed suspicious. I said I had his phone, she paused, and then said it must be her husband Steve's phone (Aaron was his son's name, and I think he helped his father set up the phone) which he'd lost the day before.
She emailed hubby who then called me, and, man, what a weird dude. Like, he was very nice and good-humored—he kept laughing after nearly everything he said—but he seemed super confused about how he could've lost his phone. I didn't know what to tell him seeing as I was talking to him on proof that it'd been lost, so I just kinda laughed along and said "yeah" a lot.
He explained what he thought might've happened. I gave him my address and said I worked from home, so he could pick it up anytime, and we hung up. He called back and explained another possibility of what might've happened. His wife and his heavily-accented daughter-in-law called a few times too, trying to make sure everything was okay.
In total, I got more calls on somebody else's phone in a few hours than I get on mine in a week. Somuchsocializing.
When he finally picked up his phone, Steve explained for a third ****ing time a way he might've lost the phone. It seemed imperative to him that I know what contrivances lead to me picking it up. I nearly stopped him and asked, "why are you telling me this?"
Eventually, I got him out of my house and made sure he didn't forget his phone. I think the moral of the story is that if you're going to return somebody's phone, brace yourself to learn more about them than you would if you were on a first date with them. I wish Janet, Steve, Aaron, and Renée all the best, but I might go the eBay route next time.
I'm fairly confident that @yaxomoxay feels the same way I do and both of us are stunned people here do this. If I share something publicly, it's usually something I've repeated so much or it's fairly sanitized. 
I think I’d have handed it to him at the door rather than invite him in!How hard it is to return somebody's lost mobile phone.
On my bike ride yesterday, I was nearly home when I found an iPhone on the side of the road. I asked Siri who I was, and it gave me a first name. I started asking it to call home, mom, dad, etc. to no avail.
Eventually, I took many shots in the dark, asking it to call any common name I could think of. Finally, after a lotta awkward conversations with answering machines and skeptical receptionists, I asked to call Jane and got, "Calling Janet."
I asked the person who picked up if she knew an Aaron _______, and she too seemed suspicious. I said I had his phone, she paused, and then said it must be her husband Steve's phone (Aaron was his son's name, and I think he helped his father set up the phone) which he'd lost the day before.
She emailed hubby who then called me, and, man, what a weird dude. Like, he was very nice and good-humored—he kept laughing after nearly everything he said—but he seemed super confused about how he could've lost his phone. I didn't know what to tell him seeing as I was talking to him on proof that it'd been lost, so I just kinda laughed along and said "yeah" a lot.
He explained what he thought might've happened. I gave him my address and said I worked from home, so he could pick it up anytime, and we hung up. He called back and explained another possibility of what might've happened. His wife and his heavily-accented daughter-in-law called a few times too, trying to make sure everything was okay.
In total, I got more calls on somebody else's phone in a few hours than I get on mine in a week. Somuchsocializing.
When he finally picked up his phone, Steve explained for a third ****ing time a way he might've lost the phone. It seemed imperative to him that I know what contrivances lead to me picking it up. I nearly stopped him and asked, "why are you telling me this?"
Eventually, I got him out of my house and made sure he didn't forget his phone. I think the moral of the story is that if you're going to return somebody's phone, brace yourself to learn more about them than you would if you were on a first date with them. I wish Janet, Steve, Aaron, and Renée all the best, but I might go the eBay route next time.
How hard it is to return somebody's lost mobile phone.
On my bike ride yesterday, I was nearly home when I found an iPhone on the side of the road. I asked Siri who I was, and it gave me a first name. I started asking it to call home, mom, dad, etc. to no avail.
Eventually, I took many shots in the dark, asking it to call any common name I could think of. Finally, after a lotta awkward conversations with answering machines and skeptical receptionists, I asked to call Jane and got, "Calling Janet."
I asked the person who picked up if she knew an Aaron _______, and she too seemed suspicious. I said I had his phone, she paused, and then said it must be her husband Steve's phone (Aaron was his son's name, and I think he helped his father set up the phone) which he'd lost the day before.
She emailed hubby who then called me, and, man, what a weird dude. Like, he was very nice and good-humored—he kept laughing after nearly everything he said—but he seemed super confused about how he could've lost his phone. I didn't know what to tell him seeing as I was talking to him on proof that it'd been lost, so I just kinda laughed along and said "yeah" a lot.
He explained what he thought might've happened. I gave him my address and said I worked from home, so he could pick it up anytime, and we hung up. He called back and explained another possibility of what might've happened. His wife and his heavily-accented daughter-in-law called a few times too, trying to make sure everything was okay.
In total, I got more calls on somebody else's phone in a few hours than I get on mine in a week. Somuchsocializing.
When he finally picked up his phone, Steve explained for a third ****ing time a way he might've lost the phone. It seemed imperative to him that I know what contrivances lead to me picking it up. I nearly stopped him and asked, "why are you telling me this?"
Eventually, I got him out of my house and made sure he didn't forget his phone. I think the moral of the story is that if you're going to return somebody's phone, brace yourself to learn more about them than you would if you were on a first date with them. I wish Janet, Steve, Aaron, and Renée all the best, but I might go the eBay route next time.
Can't say I agree. I have a short threshold for irritating people. If people want to treat others terribly. If people want to engage in behavior where the call someone else an idiot or a moron for expressing their opinion, an unwarranted response mind you, I see no harm in them being called out for what they are and see them off for a week or two to cool down.
I already have kids. Besides, what I consider irritating most would find incredibly offensive. I find some PRSI posters irritating. But when two people or three go at it for page after page after page insulting one another, at what point should anyone in their right mind look past that? It only reflects poorly on the forum and the administration to let it go on and on. A little drama is nice and can influence decent conversation, but not a mud-slinging contest.
Oh I thought you were out of the service. Gotta find a new place to rent, get a new car or is the latter in storage?
Ah, yeah. I know what you mean.
He invited himself in, and I was still in the laugh-and-keep-saying-yeah phase of my social protocol.
