Apparently, finding a phone in a garbage bin felt like finding an item that has been on your wish list for years. Never mind the cigarette butts and the ashes, the rotting banana peeling and perhaps spit, a phone in a garbage bin is a treasure.
I solved the mystery of my missing phone this morning after having a very tough sleepless night.
At first, I thought I must have dropped it in the hotel lobby, just outside the gym where I was holding my phone last. I went back to the hotel this morning and checked the surveillance camera. Just before getting on the elevator at 2 pm, heading back to my office, I was holding my phone, with a piece of A3 paper (scratch paper) in my hand. When I came out of the lift, I saw myself again, still holding my phone so no, I did not drop it inside the hotel. And if I did, the staff would have reported it to their Lost and Found section.
I got out, turned right, walking towards my office but stopped by a garbage bin to throw the A3 scratch paper and mindlessly, along with it, horror of all horrors, my phone.
That’s it, there’s no other explanation.
I couldn’t have dropped it on the pavement while I was walking towards the next building where my office was. It was on the garbage bin.
I called my own number this morning and got really excited because my phone rang!! Yesterday, it was saying that it was switched off. Someone answered my call but then hung up on me. I called again, that someone on the other end hung up again. I sent an sms begging to please return my phone, that it has a tracking device (lousy trick?), threaten that I know where it was and will call the police.
No use. Finders keepers/thieves don’t operate that way.
So there, I am officially phoneless. I’ll go to the telecom company tonight to get another SIM card with the same number. Losing a phone is so stressful, more so because I know that it was entirely my fault. I hate myself for being so careless!