Hey guys, I was out walking the dog this morning and found a little pink mobile phone in the long grass, put it in my pocket and promptly forgot all about it as is my way.
So anyway, remembered this arvo and rang the last caller to the phone, a lady called Kim.
Here's the good bit, turns out the phone belongs to kim's mom, who is absolutely beside her self at the loss because it was a gift from her deceased daughter, who won it for her in a competition just before she died.
So although the phones prolly worth $150 the sentimental value is uncalculable.She had advertised a reward in the paper which I of course declined.
The dear sweet old lady has just picked it up from my house, said very little, thrust a bag of oranges in my hand, said a hundred thank yous and went away crying.
Makes me feel kinda nice.
Oh bugger
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Originally Posted by martybabe
matters not, sometimes the ugly looking dodgy types can be yer best friend.
Nah, not enough credit, I did ring Kiwi Rider though, asked if I could have your job, Some bloke called Stretch told me to fack off, charming! 
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