This morn­ing-ish, I was jug­gling head­phones, iPod, scarf, hat, satchel and extra bag on the bus, as well as try­ing to text, and unbe­knownst to me, I man­aged to drop my phone on the bus.

When I got into work, I had a mes­sage on my answer­phone from my mum, say­ing that she’d got a call from some­one who had my cell­phone, and that I should call my num­ber to arrange a pick-up. Right now I’d like to take a moment to say that every­one real­ly should have an ICE (in case of emer­gency) num­ber saved into their phone, it real­ly makes every­thing much more awe­some.

So I called my phone, and a love­ly girl answered, and after a brief freak­out (“You’ve got my phone and you’re in Tarana­ki???? Ooooooh, Tarana­ki STREET!”) I arranged to grab it off her at the rail­way sta­tion this after­noon. I bought some choco­late, and met her, she gave me my phone, I gave her the choco­late, and she told me that this morn­ing get­ting off the train she’d dropped her phone, and some­one had called out to her about it. Yay hap­py kar­ma!

Any­way, my point is, this sto­ry is full of hap­py good­ness. I mean, you can only imag­ine how many top secret Welling­ton­ista secrets and dirty pho­tos that my phone con­tains. I’m so glad I got it back so eas­i­ly, and I hope that you will all con­sid­er doing a good deed tomor­row as well. Wahoo.