Love Ya Later

A couple of weeks ago I was on the way home from looking at a truck my friend had for sell. I had to stop and get gas and when I did, I saw one of those new, expensive, fancy phones laying in the road. I swerved to avoid hitting it and pulled up to the pump. While the nozzle was running on automatic I walked out to the road and picked up the phone knowing full well it had to be ruined. I hit the button and it came right on. The little thing did not even have a scratch on it.

I am a firm believer in Karma. You can call it anything you will, but I feel strongly about doing what is right and in turn you will sometimes get it handed back to you.

After several minutes of calling everyone in the phone's recent call list I finally got a hold of one of the owners friends. He said he would call the owner of the phone and have him call me back.
A couple of minutes later the phone rang and a woman came on the line saying she had just found my wallet on the highway and wanted to give it back. After explaining to her I had found the guys phone we had a good laugh about both trying to return the lost items and the night this guy must of had.

He finally called his phone and we decided on a place to meet which was about fifteen miles out of my way but I was doing a good thing, right? I also informed him about the kind lady finding his wallet and told him I would call her with the plan.

The lady with the wallet pulled up and we had one more good laugh about the whole situation before a brand new Cadillac rolled into the parking lot. I was expecting a young  irresponsible adult who had a wild night but what stepped out of that car was a older well dressed man that hung his head in shame.
Of course being the nosy person that I am I had to ask him how he lost his stuff all at one time. He said he just bought a thirty thousand dollar cigar boat and took it out on the water for the first time yesterday and forgot to grab his phone and wallet off the back before heading home from the boat ramp.

He than thanked me, reached into his wallet, crumbled up a twenty, threw it through my window, said "Love ya later" then took off.

"Love You Later!" I could not react quick enough and if I had I would have shoved the twenty down his smug, rich throat.  

By the time I realized what just happen, found and grab the money, unbuckled and got out of the truck, he was already driving away.

I hope I find his phone again one day, Karma will just have to take a back seat for a while.