Monday, December 01, 2008
Tonight EKF and I found a phone on the sidewalk. I called the most recent number on the phone to arrange a way to get it back to the person. No one on the other end spoke very good English. I couldn't speak the language they were speaking. It was both our faults. I was passed around to about 5 different people, each of whom tried to understand why I was calling them. "I want to give a lost phone back" I said. "I found it on the sidewalk." They thought I was a bad person I think. I think they thought I stole the phone and was trying to get something out of them. I told them to meet me on the corner of 20th and Belmont. I was a little afraid something bad might go down. But they never showed up. So I left the phone on the little brown sign that says Colonel Summers Park. I called them to tell them as much but it sounded like there was a party on the other end. I felt exploited for some reason, but I'm not sure how. I felt misunderstood. I wanted this person to care very much about their phone, maybe try to pay me a reward for my time and effort, or maybe even try to shoot me in the leg over it. Anyway, there is a phone on that sign if you want to make long distance phone calls with it.