Losing something in NYC isn't always hopeless. A friend of mine returned a lost wallet that she found on the sidewalk and I myself returned a stolen purse that the thief left on the street.
Years ago, I found a cell phone. I held onto it for a while, waiting for it to ring. It never did so I took it to a party that was held on a pier. I was standing with a group of people, talking and waiting for the inevitable. Sure enough, someone's phone rang and everyone stopped to check if it was theirs. I pulled mine out too. When it wasn't for me, I acted disappointed and petulantly threw the phone into the river. Everyone was aghast.
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