Monday, September 21, 2015

Lost phone



I found a cell phone left at a PC so I took it downstairs. I thought I could look and see if I could call someone from his/her address book. This always makes me nervous because you never know what kinds of personal information I would come across and later regret seeing. I had no idea what age this person was, but I had found a “mom” entry, so I decided to call that number.
Lady: Hello?
Me: Hi. My name is Gina and I am from the *Salem Library. I think your son might have lost his phone here.
Lady: Oh. Well, aren’t you sweet. Thank you.
Me: I thought to call you. Do you know a way to contact him?
Lady: Well, (laughs) I am in Fresno, and where did you say you are at?
Me: Oh, I actually know where that’s at. I am in *Salem City.
Lady: What did you say your name is?
Me: My name is Gina. I’m a librarian here.
Lady: Well, sweetie, thank you. He does mention going over to that library. You know what, I’ll call his friend. Thank you, sweetie. God bless you.
Me: Thank you. Have a good night!

One minute later… A man comes up to the desk asking for his phone.
Man: I think I lost my phone.
Me: I just called your mom.
Man: You did? Thank you. What is your name?
Me: My name is Gina.
Man: Thank you, Gina.
Me: Your mom sounds really nice.
(:

*all names changed for fun

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