Finding a phone

Life is strange. After my morning plans were cancelled I thought maybe I'd walk barefoot in the peaceful and beautiful hills. And I did for a bit - but then the thought occurred that maybe I should go stroll round downtown Cabo for no apparent reason.

Yucky downtown Cabo?

Yuk, right?

But anyway, off I go and have my stroll and it was actually quite nice. Chiller than expected. And I start wondering what good things might come my way.

Then I round a corner and right by my feet I see an iPhone 7 sitting there on the pavement. It's unlocked. All the person's stuff is right there to see.

Groovy, I think: if there's one thing I love it's finding someone's treasured possession - wallet, driver's license, iPhone - and working all detective-like to get it back to them.

Anyway, it takes about an hour, and when I reunite it with the happy owner she tells me how grateful she is 'cos there are videos on there of her baby's first steps from just the other day and she woulda been heartbroken to lose them.

The woman's here on holiday with her husband. They're from India. Poor thing: must be awful to lose your phone when you're on your family holiday so far from home.

So it makes you think, right? There am I, somewhere I never go, wondering what's in it for me - and something like that happens.

Who am I? What am I really doing? Who's pulling the strings of this here life?

Am I actually not here for me at all, but just so I can follow strange urges and go on weird missions to find people's phones and get them back to them?

That sort of thing.

I mean, no doubt 90% of people would have done the same thing - but what if her phone would otherwise have been discovered by one of the 10% and I was 'sent' to go get it before somebody else did?

So having accomplished that and feeling complete with downtown Cabo I decide to drive to either Place A or Place B - and end up whizzing unexpectedly past both of them and heading instead for previously unthought of Place C - wherein I pretty much immediately see a Mexican lady pushing a tyre up a hill.

I pull over, load up her tyre, and tell her to get in. She's sweating in the hot sun. She says it's not much further - was probably like another five minutes walk - but any kind of ride's got to be better than pushing a wheel up a hill when it's 27/81 degrees.

I drop her off. I have similar thoughts. I go lie on the beach and fall asleep.