Not long ago I enjoyed dinner with friends at a busy restaurant. At some point during the meal I pulled out my iPhone to use the Internet to look up something that we had been discussing. The meal progressed, conversation flowed, good times were had and finally we said our goodbyes. Upon reaching home I opened my pocketbook to retrieve my phone so that I could plug it in to recharge overnight.
It wasn't there!!
The restaurant was a thirty minute drive away. No matter. I jumped back into the car and flew across town. I ran into the restaurant and found our waitress, asking her if anyone had turned in an iPhone from our table. She said no, that no one had been seated there since we had left. Well, that was a relief. I searched the table, top to bottom, all the chairs and the floor underneath. Nothing.
Confused and with sinking heart I reluctantly left the restaurant. Walking across the parking lot I tried to think what in the world could have happened to my phone. I was mentally replaying the events of the night. Reflexively, I touched the hip pocket of my jeans where sometimes I tuck my phone away.
To my enormous relief, there it was.
I decided then and there that I should somehow make the cover of my phone stand out in a crowd, and to put a tag on it identifying it as my own. I know, of course, if someone wanted to steal it they would only have to pull the cover off and there they'd be. But if an honest person found it and turned it in I would have my return address right up there in the corner, kind of like a luggage tag. Also, in the Contacts section I have listed my land line phone number to call if found.
I am so relieved that I didn't lose my phone and I'm really happy with my new collaged cover.