So, as I've turned over a new leaf (eh, hem...trying to lose 20lbs) I went for a bike ride after I got back from Happy Hour at Pub 44 this evening. I know how strange that sounds, but it was rather innocent. I only had one drink!
Anyway, I stashed my cell phone in the pocket of my shorts because I don't like the feeling of riding around near dusk with out any form of communication if something should happen. As I'm rolling along, I pass by a bunch of adolecent boys enjoying the first balmy days of summer, riding their bikes and swooshing along on their skate boards.
I have to dodge off the sidewalk a few times, and into the road, as people are taking their pets for evening walks and I don't dare take the chance of riding to close to a dog that could very well jump up and bit me.
With the breeze keeping me cool and my mind trying to commit something to memory (I'm trying to remember the topic of the next article I want to write for work) I find myself in a new neighborhood that requires my full attention. Since I'm not too familiar with the surrounding I have to put my article out of my mind in order to make sure I don't fall off my bike.
It's then that I check my pocket (for some unknown reason) for my cell phone. IT'S GONE! "Oh, Sh*t", I say aloud. Not only does it suck to have your right arm cut off, but I just got that one and spent about 10 bucks downloading new ringtones!
I immediately turn around and start back tracking, hoping against hope that I dropped it in the grass infront of my house. As I'm heading back in the direction I came, I remember the boys! "Damn it!" What are the chances that they would find a cell phone on the ground and just leave it there? In this day and age, and especially in my neighborhood...not likely! Infact, a snowball would have a better chance in hell, than my cell phone still laying in the grass, or on the sidewalk, or in the street after a gaggle of geeky boys cruised on by.
I passed two boys who were still out and about, but they made no gesture to me, and I was too focused on looking at the ground to notice anything suspicious. I made it all the way back to my house and searched the grass to no avail. I dared not ask Kenny for assistance as I would then be subjected to a lengthly lecture aboubt being irresposible with my things and that I should never have taken the phone with me in the first place.
It wasn't worth the trouble.
I hoped back on my bike and headed back to where I came. I suddenly had the sneaking suspicion that those boys weren't just hanging around for their heath. As I winged back around the corner, one of the boys was heading back in my direction. When he saw me, he stopped and looked at me. Then he turned and looked at his friend. I slowed down and asked if he had found a cell phone and he immediately started telling me that it had fallen out of my pocket and he tried to yell after me, telling me that I had dropped it. At this point, his friend had started coming my way, too, carrying my phone. He little one informed me that the battery had fallen out, and reittearated that he tried to call after me.
After handing my phone back to me, I replaced the batter and turned it back on. It still worked! I had no idea if it had fallen on the concrete or in the grass. My guess is the concrete, since the batter was knocked out. I guess the boys had been waiting at the location where I had dropped it, for me to (hopefully) come back. I thanked the boys for staying and waiting for me.
It is a refreshing thought to know that there are still kids out there who have respect for other people and their belongings. While, I know that those boys might not represent the majority of today's youth (or maybe they do and I've just been subjected to the minority), it still restores my faith just a little bit in the youth of America.
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