With no expectations of finding it, I drove back to the store only to have my suspicions confirmed. I then drove to the Apple Store, where I spent some of my Presidents Day handing over a considerable amount of Benjamin Franklins to replace the stolen phone.
As I was waiting for my new phone to be activated, I thought about how sad it was that my expectation of recovering my phone was so low from the get-go. It depressed me to realize that somebody consciously picked up my phone and walked away with it as if it was their right to do so. There was no doubt the property wasn’t theirs, yet this person seemed to feel that if someone else left it, manifest destiny made it theirs.
I must admit a certain loathing of that philosophy as I write this, and also that I am filled with a great desire to see karma repay them with a whole lot of loss in the very near future.
The New York Times recently reported that in Japan, 75% of lost cell phones are returned. In fact, Japan has an almost unfathomable rate of return for all lost items. In their country, there is a cultural pride in returning things that don’t belong to you.
The Japanese government literally has buildings filled with returned items. It is also common for those who have left something behind to find it exactly where they forgot it — untouched.
So why can’t we keep our dirty little hands off things that don’t belong to us? I don’t believe it is so much a matter of needing the money as it is a matter of lacking decency and consideration.