And so the night of merriment ended. I staggered home full of happy thoughts of what a terrific night it has been with beloved friends.
As I walked through the door, my friend (who was staying with me for the weekend) duly informed me that he found an iPhone in the cab on his way back.
My first thought? See if I can find out who owns the phone. To my shock, the phone was not password-protected. I can easily go through everything this person has.
Thoughts of Edison-like saga crossed my mind.