I decided that I would go for a bike ride on a Saturday when Mike was at work. I went on the intention of only being gone for maybe 10-20 minutes. Well I started out going over towards Shopko, Home Depot, and Family Dollar area that is off of Holmes. Then I took 25th St. all the way down to Hitt. I made a few stops on the way to either wait for traffic or to adjust my clothing in a secluded area (like taking off my sweatshirt). i cut through Big Lots parking lot and then went over to the mall. Afterward, I took the back roads home. Right when I was about to put my bike away I noticed that my phone was not with me. Being frantic, I looked all through the house. Finally I got smart and asked the neighbor if I could use his phone to call my own phone. Unfortunately, I found out that it was not inside the house. I retraced my tracks. I didn't realize the long bike ride I went on until I rode it two -three time in search of my 4 year old phone. After not having any luck on bike; I went in my car. When Mike came home, he came with me and still we didn't have any luck. Mike described my bike ride like someone on a cartoon tracing their tracks on a map with little footsteps.I was about ready to go to Verizon to get another phone when Mike comes back from work saying that my mother had called to say that the police department had called saying they believe they had my phone. I should have been grateful for this citizen for turning it in but instead I felt anger towards this person. First of all, I sent text messages stating that if the phone is found that they need to call Mike's number. My phone is programmed to show the text messages before anything else can be done. Obviously someone got inside to get my mother's number. Second, someone couldn't have turned it in the day it was found. It had to be turned in several days later. But, now that the whole situation is over, I'm grateful to have my phone back. I love my phone although it is quite old. I'll most likely still be using it until the day it completely dies.
