On the outside, I try to project an image of having it all together. But underneath that, I'm kind of a disaster. Hence... the name of the site: GlossyVeneer. A while ago, my iPhone vanished. Just up and walked right out of my purse. Or something like that…
I had to replace it because obviously I can’t live without a cell phone. OBVIOUSLY! Not like I lived for years without one… that’s completely beside the point.
Anyway, after the phone had been out of my life for a while, I got a phone call (on my new cell with the old number transferred to it) from a woman who said she had my phone. The call was very odd, as she seemed to be very hesitant to actually talk to me much and the circumstances by which she got my phone were described as “I found your phone at my house.” Yeah… because I was hanging out at your house. Oh, and she called in the middle of the night, at about 1:30 AM. And her called showed up as “BLOCKED”.
She told me that she desperately wanted to get the phone back to me, but she had to leave town. She said she would get the phone back to me soon, she would call back later. She did call back another time, to tell me how busy she was, but this time her number wasn’t blocked. So I wrote it down. And when I didn’t hear anything definitive back from her again for a while I called it.
She seemed highly annoyed that I was calling, telling me that she has sick family members and that she would get the phone back to me as soon as she could.
A few days after that I got a call from a different woman, who identified herself as the initial caller’s sister and she said she wanted to meet me somewhere public to give me the phone. Not like I wanted to send her invitations to my home, but “somewhere public”? What is this, some kind of ransom exchange?
Anyway, I was sick that day and she said she wanted to “get rid of it that day”. So instead of leaving the house feeling like garbage, I asked her to drop it off at the local Fleet Feet store for me, since they’re my friends.
She dropped my phone off, the small phone sitting at the bottom of a giant Neiman Marcus gift tote all stapled shut across the top. And the people at Fleet Feet told me she practically threw it at them in her rush to get out of the store, avoiding all eye contact.
The phone has a little chip on the front now, but I have it back in my possession. Not sure what to do with it now, since I have a replacement. But I’m glad to know the phone isn’t off with strangers anymore.
Even if it was a very weird return.
