Friday, November 12, 2010

Catherine's Lost and Found Phone

The other day had potential to be terrible. Or awesome. Really it was just ordinary with the exception of the possibility of being kidnapped.

In other words, Catherine left her phone in the grocery store. So as she was panicking about not being able to find it, I'm trying to call it to rescue the nifty contraption but to no avail. Luckily, a woman found it! Yay... sorta. I don't know about you, but if you find a cell phone in the grocery store and you don't intend on stealing it, why wouldn't you just give it to customer service at the front instead of keeping it and trying to deal with it yourself?

I don't know why she decided to take matters into her own hand but she did. And got some stranger man (probs her hubby) to call Catherine's father. Who then emailed Catherine telling Catherine to 'call this man- he has your phone.' Thanks Mr. Collison.

Catherine found me and used my phone to contact this random dude who has her phone and we have no idea who he is. And being the bright, single girl that she is, she agrees to go to his house to pick it up (so as not to inconvenience him apparently).

Girl-101 clearly teaches us to NEVER DO THAT! So Catherine, then asked me to go with her, and I do because I don't want her to die alone and if I die, I have Jesus so it'll be ok for me. But before we left, I sent out a text to 6 people saying, 'Going to retrieve Catherine's phone at a strange man's house so if we're human trafficked, you'll know why. Here's the address....'

You know who is a good ICE (In Case of Emergency) contact when they respond quickly and in a caring manner. Such as 'hahahaha' or 'best.text.ever.'

When we got to the house, we get out. The house is completely dark while all the neighboring houses in the development are lit up, thus giving off this eery feeling. As we get out of the car, I grab a pen to have, just in case, to stab him if he does something. I have my phone unlocked and ready to dial when Catherine rings the doorbell.

The man with the phone comes to the door and opens it, immediately handing her the phone. And says 'Here ya go!' No big deal. And then it happens.

The cutest and friendliest little terrier came running out of the house, barking and greeting us! And by terrier, I mean he looked like Wishbone. Any sketchy or uneasy feeling I had completely faded with the interaction of this dog and watching this dog sniff Catherine's butt. Sure, having a dog would have been a good ploy to distract us girls from the danger at hand but the niceness of the dog surely proved the intentions of the man and his inward spirit, I'm positive of it. Usually mean people have crazy animals and this dog was not crazy.

I was very sad to go. Happy that I was not raped or attacked or abused and happy that we got Catherine's phone back all nice a safely. But sad to leave the dog behind. I miss animals and pets. Oh well.

My advice for the future and all you readers is: don't take home lost phones from the grocery store but leave them at the store with the employees and don't meet strange men at their house to retrieve your phone, instead meet at a Wawa or Starbucks or some other public area. And Wishbone dogs are distracting, beware.