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.[singlepic id=169 w=320 h=240 float=right]

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.”

Parking Lot Lady

I went to the drug store tonight and there was a lady crying in the parking lot. [singlepic id=64 w=320 h=240 float=right]I could hear some guy yelling at her from across the lot. Then he drove off without her.

I stopped and asked if she was okay. She was in her thirties and she was extremely embarrassed. Apparently, she and her husband are going through a divorce. I offered to drive her to a friend’s house or something but she said no, she’d be okay.

But when I came back with my Sudafed, she was still there. I guess she was trying to reach a friend to pick her up. I offered again to take her to her friend’s house and she finally agreed. I guess it’s a little weird to get a ride from a stranger but I think I look pretty harmless and besides, didn’t people use to hitchhike all the time in the 70’s?

On the ride back to Beverly Hills, she told me her husband has rage issues and that their three kids are the ones who are suffering the most. I mostly just listened. I dropped her off at her friend’s house and told her that if he got violent, call 911 right away.

On the way back to Brentwood, I felt terrible for this poor woman. But I also felt something else that was kind of weird. I felt good about myself. Not because I was a good Samaritan by taking her home, but because I know I’d never fuck up my marriage like that.