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.
