The hunt for the lost phone
Tuesday, January 2nd, 2007“Let’s head out for a coffee”, my girlfriend Ivana said, thereby setting in motion an incredibly journey on this, the first day of 2007.
As usual, we caught a cab outside of our apartment building, Heqiao, heading first to Pacific Coffee at Fortune Plaza. They were, as many other places on January 1st, not working today. We continued in the same taxi to our second most favorite coffee shop, Sculpting in Time out by Lidu.
Finally inside SiT, Ivana made a face of terror, “where’s my phone?!”. That would be her Sony Ericsson 810c which her company had finally, after 3 months of waiting, awarded her for coming up with the winning names for their conference rooms. She’d just gotten the phone two weeks ago and was deeply in love with it.
We had neither a fapiao, the driver’s number, nor the license plate number. About the only thing we remembered was that the cab was from a taxi company called 海-something, which means sea-something, and that it was white and green… or… wait, maybe it was green and yellow?