Cell Phone Lady

I found a cell phone in the parking garage this morning. It was newish, in good condition, and it worked. So I took it to a pawn shop and sold it for ten bucks.

Just kidding. I did the only thing you can do in a situation like this. I called home.

A lady answered. “Hey, I think I found your phone.”

“Oh, my God, you’re kidding me! I’ve been looking for it all morning.”

She asked where I found it and she said it must have fallen out of her purse when she was at an appointment this morning. We made arrangements for her to come by my office during lunch to get the phone.

When she arrived, she was a lot younger and prettier than I thought she’d be. I don’t know, she had an older lady’s voice but this woman was in her twenties.

When I met her in reception and handed her the phone she was so thankful. She said, “My life is on this phone.” I told her she should get a program to remotely wipe the data if she loses it. She thanked me, then she reached into her purse and pulled out some money. She said, “Here, this is for you.”

I felt incredibly awkward. I said, “Uh, it’s okay, you don’t need to pay me.” Then she turned a little red and put her money away.

She said, “I’m sorry. Well, how else can I repay you? Maybe I can buy you lunch some time.”

Something about the way she said it, I was pretty sure she was asking me out. Totally weird. I just said, “Uh, no that’s okay, I have to get back to work. Take care now.” And I turned and left.

I called Michelle and told her about it. Not that I was feeling guilty or anything, I just thought it was weird.

Michelle said, “I can see I’m going to have to keep my eye on you.”

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2 thoughts on “Cell Phone Lady”

  1. Hey dude, don’t get me wrong, I’m glad Michelle and you are happy. I’m just afraid I’m going to lose my favorite blog if you fall too deeply in love and Talk to Strangers vanishes. I cherish every new Update Tweet from you.

    As a new resident of Los Angeles, and first hand witness of it’s attitude, the tips I gather here are sure to be invaluable. Thanks again man, and I hope you don’t mind if I added my own (new) wordpress blog to my post…gotta start somewhere!

  2. I thought we were going to get a story out of Penthouse Letters … that was the perfect opening.

    I know you said it was hard to describe, but I’m interested in more details on what it was (not necessarily exactly, but at least a description with more granularity) that made you think she was asking you out. Eye contact? Body stance? Hand on the forearm?

    Because this is every guy’s fantasy, regardless of relationship status, an I’m wondering if this was just your Inner Doubts of Elevator Girl’s steadfastness jumping out and trying to free themselves …

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