On my way home from Louisiana, I had a layover in the Dallas-Fort Worth airport. I went to the bathroom and left my phone there. After about ten minutes I discovered it was missing, so I immediately went back and looked for it. No phone. I really didn't know what to do, so I went to my gate where my flight would soon be boarding and told the agent I lost it. She called my phone on her phone but no one answered.
Fortunately I had made a friend on my previous flight who was also on my next flight and she let me use her phone to call my husband...who didn't answer (he can be hard to contact sometimes). I texted him that I had lost my phone. Then I called Sprint to cancel my service. By this time, we were sitting on the airplane just about to leave.
Meanwhile, someone had found my phone and turned it in to an airport employee. This employee tried to contact me by calling my home (Camille answered) and then by calling my husband (no answer). So he turned it into Lost and Found. If my layover had lasted longer maybe I could have gotten it back before I left.
As it was, Scott listened to his messages, filed a claim with the airport lost and found, and then told me the fate of my phone when he picked me up. The next day, I got an email, I paid $15 to ship it to me, and then eagerly awaited the arrival of my phone which came on Friday night. My phone is old and buying a new one wouldn't have been the end of the world. However, I would have lost all my pictures and contacts and those seem fairly priceless.
What did I learn?
1. Don't get my phone out of my purse in the bathroom.
2. There are honest, nice people in the world.
3. I am way too dependent on my phone.
Fortunately I had made a friend on my previous flight who was also on my next flight and she let me use her phone to call my husband...who didn't answer (he can be hard to contact sometimes). I texted him that I had lost my phone. Then I called Sprint to cancel my service. By this time, we were sitting on the airplane just about to leave.
Meanwhile, someone had found my phone and turned it in to an airport employee. This employee tried to contact me by calling my home (Camille answered) and then by calling my husband (no answer). So he turned it into Lost and Found. If my layover had lasted longer maybe I could have gotten it back before I left.
As it was, Scott listened to his messages, filed a claim with the airport lost and found, and then told me the fate of my phone when he picked me up. The next day, I got an email, I paid $15 to ship it to me, and then eagerly awaited the arrival of my phone which came on Friday night. My phone is old and buying a new one wouldn't have been the end of the world. However, I would have lost all my pictures and contacts and those seem fairly priceless.
What did I learn?
1. Don't get my phone out of my purse in the bathroom.
2. There are honest, nice people in the world.
3. I am way too dependent on my phone.
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