Confessions of an Iphone Addict

The Fourth of July weekend holiday came and went as quickly as the beer did. I spent three whole days in a pool playing football, eating great food and hanging with some awesome friends, old and new.
I must say though, my most memorable moment of my life came during a beer run. No, not stealing, just buying two more cases for the night's festivities at our local grocery store conglomerate. I was in a rush to get back to the pool, and as I was attempting to load my car, a gentleman approached me asking for money. I turned to give him all the change I had, and proceeded to leave immediately. As I was arriving to my destination, it dawned on me that my cell phone was missing. Yes, I have an iPhone, and did not realize how much I depended and was addicted to it until it was gone.
In a panic, and slightly hyperventilating, I ransacked my car, then decided to return and search for the bum who now was in possession of my phone. I was ready for a fight. I searched the lot and did not find him. Assuming he had already been long gone, I left, feeling defeated. I then spotted several other men sitting outside said store and I drove up and asked if they had seen the man, who I was ready to severely injure (I vocalized), to which they responded with an obvious "no."
I returned to my friend’s house and explained the situation, and proceeded to call my phone, which the bums answered, then said nothing. My friend then suggested I return and complain to the staff, at least this way I would have a case, plus video surveillance, to file a police report and all that. I decided to heed the advice and return, once again.
As I was parking to get down, the men sitting outside the store approached me and asked if I was looking for my cell phone. I walked up to the men with as mean a face as any 23-year-old with dimples can possible make, and said, "Yeah, and what?"
The “leader” (I call him that because he wore a sick cowboy hat and spoke for the group) said that the man didn’t steal the phone, rather, I had left it in the cart and drove away. That sounded like something I would do, so I apologized and offered $20 as a reward. I didn’t care about the money, I just needed my phone back and they were actually really nice about the whole situation, even after I threatened physical violence.
To the three homeless gentlemen, wherever they may be, I salute you to being honest and giving me back my phone.
In retrospect, I left my phone in the parking lot, threatened a couple of bums who were holding said phone, then paid $20 as a reward.
Fourth of July weekend win? I suppose….

Cheers…