Today on the bus we all did the usual skip and dance around the seats to allow people to get on and off but when I sat down in a (new) seat, I jumped up when something hard hit my ass. Imagine my surprise when there was a phone there as if freshly laid, egg style. After picking it up, I tried to figure out how to access the phonebook to see if I could find a number labelled *Home*, *Mum*, *Dad* or possibly even *Work* to contact the rightful owner as I hopped off at my stop. After revealing the true extent of my technology-retardedness, *Dad* rang to claim himself as the rightful owner. As I was already at my place of work, and his was located a fair distance away, we agreed to meet up later for the handover. Imagine my surprise when he handed over a pile of chocolate as a gesture of thanks.
I do like ferrero rocher.
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