I lost my iPhone this week, but that wasn’t my biggest pain in the ass. I got a colonoscopy, too.
Hi frank – I have your $600 iPhone 
. You left it in the r5 septa train.
That’s a message that will make an Apple Fan Boy feel like he’s gonna puke.
My train was packed on Tuesday morning. Something happened with the train behind us, so my express train had to run local and picked up twice as many passengers as it could hold. (That did great for my touch of claustrophobia.) I’d taken off my jacket and put it on the overhead rack along with my Timbuktu Hacker Bag. I had a book, Branding Leadership, and my iPhone in my hand. And I was crushed against the window.
When the train finally got to Suburban Station there was a lot of commotion. And I’m a creature of habit. I do the same things daily. When I get off the train I run through a little ritual. Book back in backpack. Scarf on. Coat on. Train pass in back right pants pocket. iPhone in left coat pocket. Um, iPhone in left coat pocket.
Not on Tuesday. I put my stuff down on the seat. Grabbed my coat and backpack. Grabbed my book. And left my iPhone on the seat of the R5.
I knew almost immediately that I’d forgotten it. (I go through a little mental checklist as I disembark.) But the train had left the station…along with my iPhone. But in a real turn of honesty and serendipity, a coder named Mario had found my Precious. He’d written a note to me from it, the one you see in the header for this segment. Super guy. We arranged to meet the next morning on the train platform, where he was getting on as I was leaving the train. In my left pocket, where my iPhone normally would be, was a note and a reward for being one of the good guys. I gave him the envelope; he gave my the iPhone. I put it in my left coat pocket. Patted it. Nothing felt so good.
Pains in the Ass
In addition to losing my iPhone, I also got a colonoscopy this week. I thought I would milk that for a long post. Nope. It really wasn’t a pain in the ass at all, I have to admit. You can’t eat for 24 hours before the procedure. You drink a laxative mixture in Gatorade. They knock you out completely. One second I was awake and 45 minutes later I woke up to the doctor telling me all’s clear. And other than a little gas pain from the air they inject during the procedure, all was cool. So, boys and girls, if you’re of a certain age or have any worrying symptoms, go get your endoscope. I don’t want to go all Katie Couric on your ass, but I put it off for a while because I thought it would be bad. Now, it wasn’t like going for ice cream, which is something I could do every week. But it wasn’t bad. I have to go back in four years. I’ll definitely not put it off then. I’ll call to schedule using my iPhone.
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Happy about your phone. I having been losing things a lot lately. Scarf in cab. Headphoners probably on a plane. I too try a routine.
Why the the colonoscopy now? Most wait until 50.
That rocks that you got your Precious back! So cool! Love the trade off! So Jason Bourne!
I have had the up yours done and it sucks. The stress test is worse.
Glad to hear both situations worked out! What a nice guy to return your iPhone safely! It’s rare to find a good Samaritan these days (but maybe that’s just my cynical side talking.)
Have you written a review of you iPhone on you blog? I was wondering how you liked it and stuff. I am thinking about getting one but am reluctant about switching over to AT&T.
It’s good to hear verification of what I always suspected. There are indeed good, honest people in the world. They just dont make the 6 o’clock news. Hubby and I just gavein and did the colonoscopy thing because we were tired of avoiding it. Totally agreee with your assessment.
I’m so glad to hear that everything worked out on both ends!
So what level oif reward doesd one give for an iPhone. Nice touch on your part but don’t people who do nice things expect no more than a thank you?
Matt, that is a laugher…thanks for that one. And glad to see you pop up again. Hope the traching gig is going great.
Rick, he didn’t expect anything. That made it all the much better. Told him to take his wife out…and tell her he’s one of the good guys.
Sarcasmom, it’s good to be checked. And it makes me happy that there are good people out there. That phone should rightly be used by someone else right now. It’s got that kind of cache.
Moni, there are good guys out there. It takes more stories like this to remind us.
Pinky Bear…mine wasn’t so bad. And I’m smiling about my little Precious.
Interesting juxtapostion of story lines within your post. Given the clean bill of anal and colonic health that you recieved, perhaps you also now have a new additional place to story the iPhone where you know that it will also be there when you need it.
Given my own generous proportions I could store a full MacPro.
I can hear the music from the iPhone commercial starting now…
My sister lost her cellphone at the Foo Fighters concert last week. No one turned hers in. Sounds like you were blessed on both ends. I love happy endings!
Jess….”blessed on both ends.” LOL. I usually have Irish luck, so I’m doubly lucky on this one.
JT, too dang funny. I’m glad the procto didn’t find my iPhone….at least there.