I lost my love, my iPhone, (also known as iBob) Sunday night. Left him in a taxi. I tried to stay calm about it – it is just a phone, and worst case scenario is I have to buy a new one. I inventoried what was unsalvageable (phone #s, last month’s calorie tracker, my high score on the gory surgery game), and convinced myself I’ll be just as happy with a new, younger cousin of iBob’s.

A few hours later, I was tracked down by the guy who found my phone in the taxi, and is leaving w/ his doorman for me to pick-up. There are still good people in this city!