Oh, the irony!

“Wah, nice phone,” I said admiringly.

“When you got it?”

“I snagged it,” D proudly claimed.

“You snagged it??!”

“Finders keeper wat…,” he said, abeit defensively.

We were having mamak when I noticed D’s phone. He got it FOC at another mamak place when some unfortunate soul left it.

*Rewinds back two years*

I was in Ipoh for an event. While in the changing room, I stumbled on a new camera phone from Samsung. It was silver. It was beautiful. I stared at the phone. I looked around. No one was there.

Common Damaris. New phone what. Take only…
Cannot, cannot. Guilty. Stealing is wrong! How can I sleep liddat?
But it’s a camera phone.
Someone is probably going bonkers wondering where her phone is.
But it’s the latest model wei…

In the end, I went about searching for the owner of the phone and returned it. Before you say I am a saint, I am not. It’s just that I can never bring myself to take what is not mine. I know for a fact, if I tried, I would reap the consequence of a wonderful guilt trip. Peace (to me) is more important that material goods.

That being said, when I arrived back in Kuala Lumpur, I found that my mobile was missing/stolen.

*Spoof*

This is what we call irony, friends.

*Rewinds back to the present*

“I hope someone snag your phone next time,” I said

“…”