Why People Don't Suck Most of the Time
A week before Father's Day Pa lost his cellphone. Seems while riding a cab home the button latch of his cellphone holder came off and it was left inside the cab, with the phone of course. I felt partly responsible because the cellphone holder was actually mine and I took his newer one with the more secure button latch. Guilt-ridden I took a chance and sent a text message to the phone (it was still ringing when I called it) saying it was considered missing/ stolen and to call my house if found and maybe inquire about a reward. Grasping at straws, I know. Or so I thought.
Come Father's Day I see Pa with a cellphone and cellphone holder. I thought Ma got him a new set as a gift (w/c she didn't charge me for). A week later I check out the phone and to my surprise it had the label stickers I made for him in case the phone got lost. It was the same phone. Turns out somebody found the phone in the cab, called the house and Aissa met the guy at his office in Makati to retrieve it. She gave him an envelope with 500 bucks in it. Seems low, which is why I'm glad I didn't mention a specific amount for the reward.
Oh, and I found my lost-for-a-week driver's license. For now, all seems well the world. : )
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