Despite nobody taking this thread seriously, I thought i'd add one more that happened this evening.
So I get to my car after work around 4:45pm in a hurry to get to child care to pick up my son (after reassuring Mrs CD that all was in hand). At the same time, i was distracted with some work issues and had a million things on my mind... so what do i do? I put my phone on the roof of my car whilst i'm loading all my stuff in and drive off. I only discover it around 20 mins later as i'm pulling up at the child care centre. So I grad CD Jnr and race back to where my car was. No phone. So i head home again in a hurry to find Mrs CD hasn't arrived home. Panic is setting in. Mrs CD arrived home 5 minutes later yelling at me why was i not picking up my phone (she tends to worry)? Anyway, after calling my phone a million times, an English fellow answers to assure me he has my phone. He found it abut a kilo from where i drove off.
So, i head back into Spring Hill and meet the dude. I insist on giving him $20 for a six pack, and after driving back through the M7 tunnel for the 5th time (at a cost of $5.60 a pop - you Sydney people think your tolls are expensive?). I got home. Whole experience cost about $70 including fuel and frazzled nerves but better than having my identity stolen.
It was always a 50/50 shot whether an honest person picked it up or not (Spring Hill is kind of like, say, Surry Hills - half millionaires, half derros).
So, my onya for today, goes to hispter Pommy Mike, who saved my phone, and my day.