It was a disappointing experience that left me sad and empty. No 'happy ending' pictures this time. They say you should never post or twitter when you're angry. I wonder if the same is true of when you're sad.
George could barely be bothered picking up his phone. First he wanted me to drop it off at the desk of the hotel where he's staying. I told him I have a retail shop in town and couldn't leave work but was just a 10 minute walk or 3 minute drive away if he could come pick it up. I gave him the address and he said he'd be here at 12 or 1. At closing time, just as I was wondering about calling him in case he'd lost my address, he called for directions. Still talking to him on the phone, I walked outside to visually direct and wave him in to our strip shopping center. George and friend pulled up in a black convertible to where I was standing in front of my shop. With the engine still running, George's first words were,"So, where's the phone?" He had the look and feel of a charismatic Jack Nicholson classic bad boy character.
I was taken aback. I was expecting friendliness. "Would you like to come into the shop?" I asked.
"No, we don't have time," he answered, "I'll come in your shop another time."
I was shocked! I found the time to track him down, call him and he didn't even have time to walk in and get his phone? I had happily looked forward to returning his phone. I try to live by the golden rule. I sure would want someone to return my lost phone (especially an iPhone). A couple of people mentioned keeping the phone or selling it. They think I'm naive or idealistic but I feel good about doing what I believe is the right thing to do. All I was hoping for was a little of the happy feeling you get when you do a good deed and help someone and connect with them. (Yes I know my Ego is encroaching here -- time to reread Eckhart Tolle).
I just wanted connection. George just wanted curb service.
