I just lost my phone to the backseat of a cab.

It was about 8:40 on a Friday the 13th evening. I had thought of dropping off at a nearby milk tea shop before walking home. As soon as I stepped out, I groped my pockets only to realize in an instant that my phone had vanished. I rummaged my bag. Nothing.

The cab was whooshing. I wasn’t thinking straight so I just tried to run as fast, waving at him in the hopes he’d see me struggle via his rear-view mirror.

I fastened my eyes on his plate number: UVG 106, UVG 109? UVC 109? WHUT?

And then I hailed a cab next.

“Kuya, C5 tayo. May hahabulin tayong taxi, naiwan ko ‘yung phone ko dun!” I said while sliding myself anxiously on the passenger’s seat. I felt like I was in a Bourne Identity sequel. (SPEAKING OF.)

I should have asked the driver to get his cell phone so I could ring my number. With the best of luck, he has none.

Off , we went. We vigilantly eyed on taxis with that plate number. It was a Vios ‘10 if I was right. We patiently drove in the middle of a Friday night traffic. We headed to Eastwood next.

Nothing.

I asked him to drop me off at the Eastwood Police Station. Befriending those random cops, I called my number interminably. I wasn’t worried that my battery would die since it was good as charged. No answer. Texted it being my ~nice, humble self*~. “Kuya, my job’s at stake in that phone. All my contacts are packed in that thing.” Nothing.

I went home, churning out theories why he wouldn’t answer. Was the driver completely deaf he wouldn’t hear any of my 4,000 calls? Was he an evil one who would let my phone drain so it wouldn’t seem like he took it for himself? Was I being hit by karma? Was I…

I dunno. It was my first time to lose a phone so I was feeling rather confused.

More than the phone, that sim that got away with it was important to me. I’ve been using that sim since HIGH SCHOOL! All the numbers and email addresses of those relevant to me are in there!

But then again, like most people would say…

ANYWAY…