Me: What are you doing?
Kay: I can’t find my phone!
(His new iPhone… for work.)
Me: Call it.
Kay: With what?!
(Yeah, he makes no sense when he is panicked. Never mind the house phone or my mobile sitting immediately in front of him.)
Me: My phone. Go grab it.
(Kay calls and we don’t hear his phone ringing.)
Me: Is your ringer on?
Kay: I think so.
Me: Go out to the car and listen.
(After about 5 minutes of rummaging around, and calling his phone 4 times, I just knew that the phone wasn’t in the house. For all the times we misplace things, I usually can sense that the object isn’t too far and we’ll find it. In this instance, I wasn’t getting this vibe.)
Me: Go back to the store and see if someone turned it in.
Kay: Where’s your phone?
Me: Why do you need my phone?
Kay: In case I NEED TO CALL SOMETHING!
(More nonsense. He later clarified that he needed my phone in case he needed to call his phone to prove it was his. Uh… no, Kay is not blond.)
Me: You can’t take my phone.
Kay: Why not?
Me: I don’t trust that you won’t lose it too.
(Kay is pissed that I won’t let him take my phone, but then suddenly heads over to his iPad.)
Me: What are you doing?
Kay: I’m downloading the “Find My Phone” App.
(Sure enough, his phone shows up on the map in the App.)
Kay: I have to go! It’s somewhere… around here.
Me: Is the icon moving?
(Kay is still trying to run out the door.)
Me: Stop! Is the icon moving?!
(I look down at the App and the icon was moving.)
Me (nonchalantly): Yeah. Someone stole your phone.
(Kay runs off, grabs the [much taller] neighbor, and they are now in his car with the iPad already tethered to the neighbor’s phone so that the iPad will have wireless access [because I’m the jerk who doesn’t trust my husband to use my phone and bring it back safely].)
Me Thinking: You guys are leaving?! Damn… this is going to be awesome and I don’t get to be a part of it!
Kay’s story… (Slightly edited for your reading pleasure)
So on the App, it showed that the phone stopped moving and that it was located at an address about 5km from our house. On the way to the address we called the police and told them that I had lost my phone, but we were able to locate it at an alternate address.
The German officer told us that they could send a car to the address, but the officers aren’t obligated to ring any doors. He also checked and told us that 28 people lived in the building so it would be a house with around six condos.
Once we arrived, we grabbed the iPad and then were standing in front of the house waiting for the police to join. After about 10 minutes, the door opened and a guy in his fifties came out, approached us, and asked if we were there for the lost phone.
I said yes and he immediately grabbed the phone out of his jacket and handed it to me.
I was so excited that I decided I should give him a finder’s fee…
As usual, I had no cash on me and paying with credit card wasn’t an option (there’s no “Find My Credit Card” App available), so I asked my friend if he could loan me 10 Euro.
Sure enough, he only had a 20 Euro bill on him, so I gave the guy that.
The man seemed to be happy and thinking, “I got money from this moron for giving a stolen phone back.”
Guess everyone was happy now, and we left the scene.
From now on, I don’t care if any German (or even foreign agency) is tracking my phone, as long I am able to do it as well.
Back to me…
When the guys left, I had a gut feeling they’d return with his phone.
But they were gone so long, I started to worry and think maybe they had run into a problem.
The suspense was killing me because I was ready to go all American English on the bastard that stole Kay’s phone… If I were there, that is.
I started thinking, “If I found an iPhone on the ground, what would I do?”
Ok, it was locked so I couldn’t start dialing to try and find someone who knew the owner, but if the phone rang 4 times, I’d at least pick up!
When Kay got home with phone in hand, I was happy the two guys were successful. But when he told me he handed over 20 Euro, I wanted to ask at exactly what time he was born yesterday.
To everyone reading… what would you have done?
Would you have paid the man who had the phone?
Kay’s response: Maybe this taught the man a lesson. He now has an honest 20 (Euro) rather than a stolen phone.
This is why my husband is more sensitive than me… or perhaps just better at finding reasons to “justify” why he does the things he does.
The two of us agreed that the “Find My Phone” App was so awesome that we should start a Geo-caching for phone game in our neighborhood.
And I learned that each time I need money, I’m just going to take my husband’s phone and demand 20 Euro before I give it back.
Since Kay was mad I edited his side of the story, here it is exactly how he wrote it. ZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzz
He says he had a funny joke that I ruined. Can you find it?
Guess if he wants unedited work published he might create his own blog, huh? Oh wait, he kind of created this one. Well, then he can write his own material and maintain his own blog then.
Wait, who lost their phone, then paid a man 20 bucks for stealing it? Yeah, I guess that is pretty funny.
So on the way there the phone stopped moving and located it at an address in Uerdingen, about 5km from our house. On the way there we called the police and told them that I had lost my phone at the grocery store and we were able to locate it. The officer told us that they could send a car to the address, ut it wouldn”t be mandatory for the officers to support us when ringing at the doors. The officer on duty checkd the address and told us that 28 people live at this address so it would be a house with around 6 condos. So we finally arrived there, grabbed the iPad and were standing in front of the house and waited for the police to show up. After about 10 minutes the door opened and a guy in his 50ties came out, approached us and asked if we were there for the lost phone. I said yes and he grabbed the phone out of his jacket and handed it to me. I was excited and decided that I should give that guy a finders fee… As usua I had no cash on me, and I definitely shouldn’t give that guy my credit card, so I asked my friend if he had 10 Euro. Surely enough he only had a 20 Euro bill on him, so I gave the guy that. He seemed to be happy and thinking, I got money for giving a stolen phone back. Guess everyone was happy now and we left the scene. From now on I don’t not care if any German or foreign agency is tracking my phone down, as long I am able to do it as well.