Last week, I was in so much hurry to leave the office one evening that I left my Blackberry sitting on a lunchroom counter. By the time I realized it, turned around, and drove the 15 miles back to the office, the device was gone. I didn't worry much as it is password protected and nobody can use it anyway; plus, it being in my own office, I doubted that someone had taken it for themselves. I figured that whoever had found it, took it with them for safekeeping.
I had to find the person and ask for my device back, so I called its number. A male voice answered, and the following conversation ensued.
I: Hi, can I have my Blackberry back? Guy: Excuse me???? I: Well I believe you have my Blackberry. Can I have it back please? Guy: Who are you? I: This is Goldie. I’m calling my cell phone number. Guy (sounding really worried at this point) Nononono, my name is Lyle. I live with my mom... I (cutting Lyle off): Is this 123-4567? Lyle: No, this is 120-4567. I: Oops, sorry. Wrong number. Bye.
In retrospect, I should have heard Lyle out. He sounded like he wanted to tell me more about himself.
