So I’m on my way to a writers conference in Purchase, NY and I leave my laptop in the cab from Penn Station to Grand Central.* I do not have the cab driver’s medallion number. I am in the last ring in Hell. An hour later I get a tweet from a wonderful man.**
Found your laptop in cab.
And he gave me the driver’s medallion # and phone. I got my laptop back.***
Of course the destination is irrelevant. I just added it for local color.
**I would tell you his name, but then you’ll expect him to find your laptop, too.
***Which you already guessed, because I don’t tell sad stories, unless they’re also very funny.