Originally Posted by
Eric the Half a Bee
8 years ago, when my son was born, I took loads of photos on my phone. When I got home in the evening I popped into the Chinese for some supper. Later on that evening I noticed my phone had disappeared. Did everything; rang it, retraced my steps, everything. No sign of it. I went to bed and felt sick that I'd lost all of the photos of his first day after being born, family coming to visit, etc.
The following morning I rang it again and someone answered. They'd found it outside the Chinese. We agreed on a mutally convenient location for me to collect it. I offered to give the guy £20. He refused to accept it, no matter how persistent I was. It turned out that he knew my wife and her family through them going to the same church, so I told him to use it there, which he did.
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