After checking in my luggage and saying goodbye to my father and Beatrice, I made my way to the security checkpoint to get screened. Right before I could put my carry on luggage on the belt to get X-rayed, a group of three travelers came running up in front of me, frantically worrying about missing their flight that was currently boarding, and pleading to jump ahead in line so they wouldn't miss it.
I let them.
It was harmless enough until I got through screening (they were gone by now), and the woman who was right next to me realized her cell phone was missing. She and the TSA personnel came to the conclusion that the rushing travelers had swiped her phone by mistake.
I lent her my phone to call hers.
When she called, the hurried man said something along the line of, "Sorry, at the gate." He didn't pick up when she tried to call again. She said she didn't want to keep me, and I said I'd continue to call her phone as I walked to my gate. I was completely baffled that someone would have the audacity to not return someone else’s property, especially after he had been granted such a favor by everyone in that line.
I called the number, and finally got through. The man said he would give it to a flight attendant, and hung up. I was dealing with a real winner.
Well, the phone owner eventually called me back, to tell me she had gotten the phone returned. What a minor event, but one so revealing of the ruthlessness of some individuals.
Even more, this episode made me consider the piece of junk I was holding in my hand, and the unreasonable lack of sympathy it generated in this situation. I made a couple final calls and texts, and turned mine off, glad to be liberated from its pressure to constantly communicate…at least until I get a new one in Dublin.
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