It was at Matteo's party when my baby sister handed me a small black purse she found on the table floor where she sat. Inside was a phone.
Do you still remember how insane I was (and still is) over getting one of these? Boy, the iPhone is truly one masterpiece made by the people from Apple. Even when the missus and Lucas and I were in the US Feb 2008, I was contemplating, contemplating on buying one whenever we passed by the Apple shop at Northridge Mall. The only thing holding me back was the price. Darn expensive.
And here I was holding an iPhone. My dream phone!
I have to admit, I was tempted on keeping it to myself. But then my conscience had to act up. If it happened to me, I would be damn frustrated if I lost it since I knew that getting it back was zero probability. I searched for a possible name and found it on the emails saved there (initials E.P.-A.). Plus, I was able to find a contact number in the phonebook (labeled "Home"). So there was definitely no excuse for me to keep it since I knew who the owner was and how to contact her.
To cut the whole story short, I was able to contact her that same night and arranged for her driver to come to my office to pick it up.
Next day the iPhone was returned but not without a token of appreciation: a whole cake of banoffee pie from BanApple and a "thank you" card from the owner. It was a very nice gesture of her to do it.
Conscience clean. But, my iPhone dream is still a dream.
Good thing I have a Nokia E72 service unit. ;-)