bitful

I'm just back from Brixton tube station, where I went to hand in a mobile phone I found on the train last night.

And not just any mobile phone, but a shining brand new Sony CMD Z7, the object of my undying - but unaffordable - desire before I happily settled for an used Ericsson T28 that I got from eBay last week.

When I saw the thing staring at me from the opposite seat I looked around, grabbed it and put it in my bag. I could have sworn it was winking at me. I was going to keep it, I told myself while being highly intoxicated.

Finders keepers, losers weepers, or something along those lines.
As I was rushing to get to SubSouth before midnight (free entry + 2-4-1 on beer), and I was certainly in no state to have a coherent conversation with the lost and found staff at Brixton tube station, I simply switched off the phone and did not think much of it.

When I saw it this morning I put my SIM card in and started playing around with it, but I could tell that the desire to keep it was wearing thin, and giving in to the need to give it back to its rightful owner. As the phone's SIM card was locked, I could not get into the owner's phone book to call one of his/her contacts and report the find - and no numbers were stored in the phone itself.

I kept thinking of this devastated poor owner (he/she might very well be a multi-millionaire who's already bought a newer and better model but hey, it's my Weepy Wednesday and I'll cry if I want to), so I eventually went to hand it in. I just hope it is claimed and makes its way to the person it belongs to.

I do not feel smug or virtuous in the slightest. Quite the opposite actually. I will probably keep thinking for a little while that I should have just kept it.

Deep inside though, I know I have done the right thing.

Haven't I?

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