A few years ago I found an iPhone on the floor in central London. I was on my way to dinner with friends that were in town for a couple of hours, so I put it on the table and waited for something to pop up.
Eventually a message popped up with a full First Name and Surname, so I got my phone out, looked up the name and found the guy on twitter, I asked him about who he'd messaged saying I'd found this phone, I'd like to get it back to its owner.
Before he replies, the device starts ringing because FindMyiPhone had been activated.
A couple of minutes later this girl barges into the restaurant, grabs the phone from the table and starts shouting abuse at me and accusing me of stealing it.
I apologised and explained that I had been trying to get the phone back to her, but I'm also out at dinner with friends, and I'd found it practically in front of the restaurant, so I hadn't wondered off with it somewhere.
The last thing she shouted at me before leaving was "why didn't you just call one of the numbers in the phone then, or message someone?" at this point, my patience had ended with this idiot. "Because it's locked you dumb bitch" as she stormed out.
Anyway, this guy replied, turns out it's her cousin, he apologised for her attitude, and thanked me for my effort. I asked him to give her a promise, that if I come across lost property in London again, I'll just step over it and carry on, thanks to her.
I don't go out of my way anymore to return things I see on the floor.
Eventually a message popped up with a full First Name and Surname, so I got my phone out, looked up the name and found the guy on twitter, I asked him about who he'd messaged saying I'd found this phone, I'd like to get it back to its owner.
Before he replies, the device starts ringing because FindMyiPhone had been activated.
A couple of minutes later this girl barges into the restaurant, grabs the phone from the table and starts shouting abuse at me and accusing me of stealing it.
I apologised and explained that I had been trying to get the phone back to her, but I'm also out at dinner with friends, and I'd found it practically in front of the restaurant, so I hadn't wondered off with it somewhere.
The last thing she shouted at me before leaving was "why didn't you just call one of the numbers in the phone then, or message someone?" at this point, my patience had ended with this idiot. "Because it's locked you dumb bitch" as she stormed out.
Anyway, this guy replied, turns out it's her cousin, he apologised for her attitude, and thanked me for my effort. I asked him to give her a promise, that if I come across lost property in London again, I'll just step over it and carry on, thanks to her.
I don't go out of my way anymore to return things I see on the floor.