I was alerted to this possibility by a friend who pointed out that I haven’t really had much good luck associated with it.
In late 2009, I purchased my first wallet case for my iPhone 3G. In early 2010, my car was broken into in the daycare parking lot while I was dropping my son off. My purse, containing my wallet case and my first iPhone 3G, was stolen and no one cared. I replaced both the case and the phone.
In mid 2010, I went to Boston to meet up with internet strangers and participate in a Youtube video (found here). Shortly after the filming was over, everyone dis-robed (heh) and had a late lunch in Copley Plaza Mall. I made a quick trip to the ladies room and then met up with a few people waiting in line to get pizza.
While waiting in line, I reached for my wallet and realized it wasn’t in my pocket. I was about eleventy-hundred miles from home and freaked out. I ran back into the ladies room but it wasn’t in the stall. I started asking around for it but no one had seen it.
Fully panicked, I drug a chair into the center of the food court, stood on it and yelled at the top of my lungs at the entire crowd.
“HAS ANYONE SEEN A BLACK WALLET WITH A PHONE IN IT? IT HAS MY DRIVER’S LICENSE. PLEASE, HAS ANYONE SEEN IT?”
The entire food court went dead silent. Our fearless leader, filmographer and director were all standing and staring at me totally agape, not quite knowing what to think.
I stepped down off the chair and the director grabbed me by the shoulders and said “BREATHE!” They sent me and another chick down to the bowels of mall security where, thankfully, someone had turned in my wallet, ID and credit cards.
(I may or may not have collapsed into tears on the floor of the mall security office.)
Summer of 2011, I flew to New Orleans to meet up with a group of the same people from the previous year. I clung to my wallet case and phone the entire weekend and managed not to leave it anywhere until we got to the airport to leave. Once again, I ran to the ladies room and left it in the stall. I realized it as I was waiting in line to check in for our flight.
Since these friends knew I’d done this before, I quietly backed out of line without saying a word and ran back to the restroom as fast as possible.
It wasn’t in the stall.
Once again, I started to panic and started asking if anyone had seen it. As I was walking out of the restroom, a teenage girl saw me looking frantic and flagged me down. She had picked it up and given it to her mother. They returned it, I thanked them, ran to get back in line and I don’t think my friends actually ever knew what happened (at least until they read this).
Since the choice between a cursed iPhone case and a clumsy/forgetful human is a NO-BRAINER, I’m going to be changing cases. (Also, this one is wearing out.)
I’m thinking something bright and highly visible this time.