Disgruntled Good Samaritan

• I went to Old Siam on a Sunday night for dinner.

  When I got back to my car, I saw a wet, clunky purple cell phone on the pavement close to my driver door. I reluctantly picked it up because it was raining. I figured, the owner must not live far away to be in this shopping center on a Sunday night. I was still a bit annoyed because I had to go through the trouble of returning it.

  I looked at the phone for a bit and noticed that it had an address label on the back. I guess it made locating the owner easier. This person must lose their phone often to physically attach an address label onto the device. For real.

  I had planned to return it to the owner the next day. Which kind of didn't happen.

  I went to lunch with a couple of my colleagues and told them about the story and how I didn't want that shitty phone in my car anymore. I wanted to be rid of it but couldn't return it on Monday because I got bogged down with work.

  I looked at the phone and saw there were 8 messages on Tuesday. This person knew their phone was missing. I was determined to get that shitty phone out of my car and out of my life. So I drove to the house of the owner, which was about 5 minutes away from work. I turned onto their street into the driveway of this baller's house. Seriously, the house was big that I wasn't sure which front door to go to. I thought to myself, now how can you have such a baller house and such a shitty phone.

  There wasn't anybody there, so I just threw it into their mailbox and went on my way. No note, no nothing. I just wanted that shitty phone out of my car.

  Here's some bonus pictures of the shitty phone.

  

  
  Posted by: Asif on 01.14.2013 - Ann Arbor, MI