Facebook Responsible for Return of Lost Wallet, Film at Eleven
The Lieutenant of Inishmore, by Martin McDonagh (The Pillowman and In Bruges), is the funniest play about dead cats ever. It's also the only non-musical play I've seen where the entire cast ends up covered in blood. It's like a hilarious Irish version of 100 Bullets. Berkeley Rep, go see it!
Yesterday, my awesome neighbors Beth and Ari knocked on my door. Someone had dropped off a wallet; the woman's driver's license listed her address as one in our complex. None of us recognized her, though, so she probably didn't live there anymore.
I was on Facebook at the time, so I searched her name...and found exactly one person. I couldn't see her profile, but the small profile picture resembled her enough (white girl with dark hair) even though we couldn't see her face. I took on the task of contacting her, as Beth and Ari were on their way out. I checked her list of friends, and there were a lot in the Bay Area, so I figured we had the right person.
I sent a message at 6:42 PM. I got no response all night. Maybe she didn't check Facebook? I tried to think of other ways to track her down.
Then, this morning at 9:21 AM, a response! "Wait! This is fantastic!" It was her, and that was her wallet, and she was about to go out of town on a trip, so it sure would be great to have some ID. She'd already cancelled her credit cards, and she assumed there was no cash in the thing (she was correct). She didn't check Facebook often, so she gave me a phone number and e-mail address to coordinate the return.
I called her, and she was confused for a second, of course, but then she was excited and grateful. She'd lost it at Rite-Aid earlier, and the cashiers had been all, "It's gone, honey!" She didn't live at our complex anymore, but she lived only a couple blocks away, so I could drop it off on my way to work. I left it in a safe place on the porch and e-mailed her to let her know where it was. "Right on, thank you so much!" she said. "One trip to the DMV cancelled."
The magic of Facebook, you guys. I heart the Internet.
Yesterday, my awesome neighbors Beth and Ari knocked on my door. Someone had dropped off a wallet; the woman's driver's license listed her address as one in our complex. None of us recognized her, though, so she probably didn't live there anymore.
I was on Facebook at the time, so I searched her name...and found exactly one person. I couldn't see her profile, but the small profile picture resembled her enough (white girl with dark hair) even though we couldn't see her face. I took on the task of contacting her, as Beth and Ari were on their way out. I checked her list of friends, and there were a lot in the Bay Area, so I figured we had the right person.
I sent a message at 6:42 PM. I got no response all night. Maybe she didn't check Facebook? I tried to think of other ways to track her down.
Then, this morning at 9:21 AM, a response! "Wait! This is fantastic!" It was her, and that was her wallet, and she was about to go out of town on a trip, so it sure would be great to have some ID. She'd already cancelled her credit cards, and she assumed there was no cash in the thing (she was correct). She didn't check Facebook often, so she gave me a phone number and e-mail address to coordinate the return.
I called her, and she was confused for a second, of course, but then she was excited and grateful. She'd lost it at Rite-Aid earlier, and the cashiers had been all, "It's gone, honey!" She didn't live at our complex anymore, but she lived only a couple blocks away, so I could drop it off on my way to work. I left it in a safe place on the porch and e-mailed her to let her know where it was. "Right on, thank you so much!" she said. "One trip to the DMV cancelled."
The magic of Facebook, you guys. I heart the Internet.