My sister and I have made our own tradition of Black Friday shopping, camping out at Target starting at 8pm and waiting out the cold until the doors open. It’s a minor rush, but it’s a fun way to really kick off the Christmas season, looking for gifts for everyone.
So this year, true to form, we haul through Target,
filling overfilling a cart with WHOA you almost got me there, but I won’t be tricked into telling what I got everyone for Christmas. You tricky thing, you.
Yeah, that just happened.
Anyway, my sister tried to add something to the cart and it and 5 other items fell out. It was THAT kind of overfilled, so I figured I’d go find another shopping cart and split up the hoard. Now if you’re familiar with Target, you know that the shopping carts are by the $1 bins, which means that I was all over the stocking stuffers and gift wrap, but most importantly, I was that jerk who took all of the tubes of tiny multi-colored Christmas ornaments.
And I made an adorable garland with them, thank you very much.
So I get back to my sister, we sort out our finds out as we weave through the cosmetics department, because by now the queue is so long that it’s actually woven through the aisles.
OH, and there’s a guy waiting at the ends of the aisles TELLING HIS KID TO CUT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE. There’s one for therapy. My dad wanted me to get punched in the face on Black Friday when I was a kid.
Anyway, we finish sorting our things and we’re getting close to the checkout. I start to wonder how Cameron’s doing with my dad, so I look for my phone. And it’s not in my cart. Or purse. Or pockets. Crap crap crap.
So I check out, my sister checks out, and she stands and waits while I run back to check the spot where we switched carts, the Christmas ornament section, and guest services, because I was certain that I hadn’t brought it with me when I got the shopping cart.
Oh, and her phone was dead by this point, so I couldn’t even call it. So we get in her car, charge up her phone, and I call it a couple times. Then I remember I had Find My iPhone on it, so I lock it remotely and send a message saying to either call my sister’s number or return the phone to guest services. Then I look at its location on the map and I realize it was still at Target.
Now by this time, we’re about 2 blocks from my house, so we have to turn around, drive ALL the way back and start running around the front of the store like crazy people. So I send off the tracking sound like, 5 times and I hear absolutely nothing. I call, nothing. I check the $1 bins, it’s not there. I check with guest services again. Nothing. Then I look at the map again and MY PHONE HAS MOVED TO THE PARKING LOT!!!
So my sister and I BOLT out the doors, and she starts bellowing, “WE ARE SEARCHING FOR A MISSING IPHONE. HAND IT OVER OR WE WILL PROSECUTE!” and I’m wandering through the parking lot, trying to find the exact spot that the map was showing. Then I realized I was standing right on it, so I peek into the car next to me and there’s this guy playing with my phone!!
So I put on my serious face, knock on the window, and gesture that he has my phone. He steps out, covers the front of my phone and asks what’s on the screen, and my sister starts yelling at the guy, “THAT’S A STOLEN PHONE. WE ARE GOING TO PROSECUTE, SO HAND IT OVER” and I’m trying to shut her up and tell the guy that the image on the screen is MY EFFING SLEEPING BABY and if you would all stop talking, I could prove that it belongs to me by entering the security code.
But he was cool and explained that he’d found it by the liquor filled chocolates in the $1 section and someone else had tried to take it, but he did instead (I really didn’t get what he was saying at that point). He showed us that he already had his own iPhone because my sister was all sorts of feisty, and he wasn’t trying to take it, handing it over after I told him the screen image. He complimented Cameron, congratulated me, we all wished each other a happy holiday, and went on our now much merrier ways.
Now when I got it back, I was locked out for about 5 minutes because I guess he’d been trying to guess the code. My sister thinks he was going to steal and unlock it to sell it because he didn’t just take it to guest services. Frankly, I’m just happy that I got it back, it was intact, and I didn’t lose any data.
However, the moral of the story is to INSTALL FIND MY IPHONE. Seriously, register your phone or iPad with iCloud and you’ll be able to recover it from any computer or iOS device. Maybe you’ll never use it, but it doesn’t hurt to have it just in case.