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iLost my iPhone and iGot it back…

March 24, 2011

Here’s the story, since I’ve had many-a-comment asking me what the heck happened.  I lost my phone Tuesday a little after noon. I figured I had just left it at home. Upon arriving home and looking for it at the last place I swore I had it, I was sent in a searching spree. It wasn’t in the kitchen, wasn’t in my room, wasn’t in living room–wasn’t even in a hot chocolate box (yeah,  I found it there once).

You can get one for yourself, here.

The next day Mom called the AT&T store on her way home from work. She asked the person if there had been any outgoing phone calls since noon the day before. The AT&T rep, apparently a n00b, says yes. We deactivate my phone. Then I chime in, “Well, can he tell us the numbers that were called?”

Here’s my first AT&T Representative. Doesn’t look like he knows what he’s doing, does he?

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I call back and a different rep. answers. He walks me through how to set up an online account to check the outgoing/incoming call activity. After twenty minutes on my almost-dial-up home connection, I have an account. But guess what? It takes 2-5 days for most recent activity to show up. Sigh.

So… I call again. And representin’ women power, this time around I find a woman rep. who actually helps. She says there were no outgoing calls–only incoming. She re-activates my phone. THEN, she says there’s a way to track your iPhone, even if you have nothing installed on your iPhone before you’ve lost it.

That third AT&T Rep had my back!

Courtesy: In Your Shoes

It’s called AT&T Family Map, and it’s actually a sneaky way for parents to stalk their children. First month is free.  I signed up and lo-and-behold! It showed my phone was on a boat dock about fifteen miles from my house! It said the accuracy was within 1.3 miles. HA! So there was an iPhone thief on my hands!

So my mother, brother and I decide to be straight up gangstas. We’re gonna go catch that phone-nabbin’ thief! I mean, just look at us–we’re scary, right?

Thugs.

So we hop in the van and are on our way! Pretty much as soon as we hit gravel we knew we were in for an off-road adventure. Next come the “DO NOT ENTER”, “PRIVATE PROPERTY” signs. Then…we hit the trailer park. A really, really janky, scary-looking trailer park.

We are only momentarily deterred, however, for THERE! Lo and behold, just like on the map, is the DOCK! The dock with the alleged thief! We park the van, walk down to the dock (very bravely, I might add) and have Mom call the phone. We’re looking all over this dock, in the boats, anywhere! No such luck. Don’t hear a thing.

We then have Jacob look up the phone’s location again on his iPhone. It gave us a specific address this time. So back in the van–it’s trailer number 30. We drive up the rows of trailers… 14, 15, 31, 16… wait. Yeah, there was a misnumbered one. We joked that he moved because he figured out number 30 was a thief, too.

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We finally find 30 after turning around and heading back. Mom is too much of a pansy to knock herself, so me with my pro-knocking-on-people’s-doors-to-get-interviews self does it. Well, I try to, before my mother interjects with, “Wait, Christine! Don’t get out yet! Let me turn the van around in-case we have to make a run for it!”

I finally get out of the van, I’m trying to act tough, even though I know Jacob is laughing at me. I knock on the door, put my hands on my hips, and wait for a response. No one answers. I look through the window. I knock again. By this time, three people have come out to survey what’s going on. I signal for Mom to call the phone, she does so. I don’t hear it.

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When I get back in the car, she’s going, “Hello?”

Apparently, someone answered.

“Yes, I believe you have my daughter’s phone. We GPS’d it and we’re outside now.”

We were at the wrong house.

We were on the wrong street.

We were even in the wrong neighborhood.

My phone was located half mile from my house.

We canceled AT&T’s Family Map before we even got home.

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So what exactly DID happen to my phone? Well, here’s where it gets rather amusing. I apparently left it on top of my car and drove down the road. You see, Dad asked me to empty the cooler, so I set my phone on top of my car while I did that. I also poured the water on my foot, this for which he made fun of me. I then, consequently, forgot about my phone and drove down the road.

The lady just happened to be checking her mail when Mom called. She saw something light up in the grass by her mailbox. She answered. Thank God!

My case was gone, it must have shattered when my phone hit the ground, but it saved my phone itself, so I almost feel like building it a little orange iPhone case shrine.

I hope the iGods treat my case well.

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So, it wasn’t a thief.

It was just me being dumb…and AT&T’s Family Map utterly failing.

Courtesy: PC World

At least Mary Pickford didn’t have to worry about setting her phone on a car and driving away…they all had cords!

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