Happy Ending

After learning on Sunday morning that someone else had lost a cell phone and iPod at the cross country relay, I was completely and utterly convinced that my iPhone had been stolen outright and that I'd never see it again. I bought a new phone on Sunday afternoon because, well, I needed a phone and I thought mine was long gone. Though it cost half as much as the first one, I still wasn't happy about it.

But on Monday morning I got an email from a runner who'd been at the event saying "I think I have your phone." Last night I met him and got it back. Long story short: kids "borrowed" it, and Dad found it the next day.

Now, absurdly enough, I have two iPhones. Thankfully, I believe I can still return the new one to the Apple store for a refund (minus a restocking fee since I opened it).

But I'm happy to get it back. All's well that ends well.