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@Boar_excrement It was probably operator error on my part, since I have a different type of phone. I saw the conversation and thought I understood who was the "you" and who was the "I" and guessed that the "you" was the person whose phone I had. That's why I texted the other person (no point texting a person whose phone was in my hand), but the problem was that both the "you" phone and the "I" phone belonged to the same person, which is how I texted myself. Once that happened I knew the person at the other number knew the owner. It wasn't until she texted me back that I discovered that she was the owner of that phone, and it wasn't until she showed up at my house that I realized that she owned both phones. I didn't even know that the owner was a woman until that point.

I think anybody would have been confused initially. In any case, I did my good deed for the day and she got her phone back after foolishly lending it to a guy who obviously has no better impulse control than she does... and can't afford his own phone, apparently.

Yesterday my wife and I were doing a couple of miles in our neighborhood when she stopped and picked something off the ground. I usually don't like it when she does that, but this time it was for a good reason: there was a cell phone on the grass next to the sidewalk. She asked what I thought we should do with it, so I opened it up (no PIN required: I just swiped the screen and it opened), and opened the contact list to see if I could figure out who it belonged to.

I immediately came across a conversation where the person using the phone was arguing over text with a significant other. I didn't read it because it wasn't any of my business, but the phone only had two contacts in it. I sent a, "I found your dropped phone" message, and immediately realized the message was to the number of the phone I had in my hand. Oops. So I sent the same message to the other number. I immediately got a message saying, "The phone is mine. I'm at (local shopping area) with my kids, but I'll grab it when I'm done."

Okay.. no problem. I told the owner where I was, plugged in the phone (it was at 18% power), and went on about my evening. A while later I got a call from a woman saying that she was outside, so I told her I'd be right out.

There she was: a pregnant woman with a bunch of kids and a bunch of tats. When I handed her the phone I told her where we found it, and she said that her boyfriend (not husband, of course) must have (and I quote), "Had a meltdown and thrown it out the window." The phone was her work phone that she was letting him use, which is why I was able to reach her when I called the other number. I made a few suppositions about both of them, which I assume I don't have to explain to anyone here.

That's the most extreme case of, "Birds of a feather flock together" that I've seen this week (and we have a family of owls that lives in the trees in our front yard).