This past weekend, something really awesome happened to me: I lost my iPhone in the back of a cab. Yep. That happened. And it was absolutely the worst thing that has happened to me in a LONG time, and I had no one to blame but myself. Here's how it went down:
Drinks were had.
More drinks were had.
I convinced some guy to give me his glowstick. (That's not a euphemism)
Exited cab sans phone, but with glowstick
Yeah, it was not pretty. This used to happen every so often when I was living in New York, but it was a company Blackberry at the time so my freak out was on a much smaller scale. I was completely shocked when I got home and couldn't find my phone anywhere. I feared it was missing but was still 100% convinced that I had it somewhere. Usually it likes to hide in dark corners of my purse. Fun thing about this night, though- I took a teeny tiny clutch. AIN'T NO HIDIN' IN A CLUTCH! So slowly, I started to realize that it was gone. Like, what kind of person loses their iPhone? Then suddenly, it dawned on me. I am the kind of person who loses their iPhone. Being a forgetful hot mess is an art form.
Waking up hungover sans iPhone was even worse than the night before. I knew my phone had to be in the cab. But the question was whether or not the cab picked up people after us who made off with my phone, or if he found it and was keeping it safe because he's an awesome human. I was stressed out as hell and about a million worst case scenarios ran through my head.
Thank GOD for the geniuses at Apple! They saved the day on this one. I already downloaded and installed the Find My iPhone App a few months ago, thinking I would never need it. (HA!) This past Sunday it came in handy like no other. I logged on to iCloud.com and immediately located my iPhone. I could literally see the exact building where the convict who stole my iPhone was holed up. (This is what my mind unravelled to in a matter of minutes. I imagined them tearing my poor little iPhone apart and using her for parts, and throwing my adorable case away like it wasn't the cutest thing ever made.) Knowing my phone was still on, and in an apartment complex near my apartment sort of put me at ease though. After calling the phone a few hundred times with no answer, I immediately put the phone on Lost Mode, which locks the phone and displays a message for the finder to call you at another number. (I used my friend's number.) When this didn't help, I hit the "Play Sound" button which plays a loud annoying noise that makes whoever found the phone immediately aware that the phone they have isn't theirs and the owner knows exactly where it is. Still, after doing this a few times- no answer, no text back, blah. Then I called the cab company and everything in my life got better. They let me know that the cab driver worked nights, so he probably wouldn't be back on duty until 8 or 9 at night. Then I realized that he probably wouldn't even be awake until the evening anyway, since he picked us up at 5AM. (I don't want to talk about it.) I continued checking on the location of my phone throughout the day and was happy to see that it remained in the same location the all day, supporting my "fast asleep cabbie" theory.
Cut to 9:00 at night. Established contact with the cab driver, via a very helpful man at the cab company, who told me he had my phone and would be happy to drive it to me. He dropped the phone off by 11:00pm, and all I had to pay for was cab fare and a tip. I couldn't believe it worked out so well. Like, a gift from God. Just perfectly simple and easy. I feel SO lucky that it didn't turn out to be a worst case scenario. Granted, I still had about a million freak outs and stress attacks before getting my phone back, but in the end it all worked out. So take my advice on this one- if you have an iPhone, install the Find My iPhone App NOW. Do it. It will make you feel 100x better if and when you're an idiot like me and misplace your iPhone in the back of a cab.