2013m02d23
Today a friend of mine found an iPhone on the street. He brought it back to my place and was playing with it. "What's that ?" , I said.
He said he found it and he was messing around with it. I said it looked like a working phone. Did he intend to contact the owner and return it ? Nah.... he said.
Why don't you take care of it ? he said
Okay, I will....
I tried various things and eventually called AT&T ( the service for the phone ) and gave them the number of the phone. AT&T said they would connect me with the owner. What I got instead was the Denver Police .... who started badgering me. I don't want to deal with the police .... I want to give the phone to the owner. A woman on the phone starts crying, claims to be the owner, and calls me a son of a bitch. She says I am being mean to her because I am not interested in her crying jag. She says her car was broken into. I do not care. I will leave the phone on my front porch in a box. Come get it.
So I wait outside alongside the box and 2 police cars and a black SUV arrive. A woman gets out of the SUV. "Here is your phone" , I say. I hand her a bag with the phone in it. "Don't ever bother me again."
Then..... Hurray.... they all leave. I hope this is the end of it.
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