Jul 19, 2005 11:38
So there I was, happily talking to a friend in Sydney when my mobile rings.
Private Number. How peculiar.
I answer and I'm greeted by a very stern female voice.
"Is this Daniel Smith"
"Err, yes."
"This is Constable Polly ."
Oh crap. What's happening?
My pulse starts racing as I start considering possibilities.
"How can I help you Constable?"
"We've found a briefcsse in Seven Hills with your name and number inside it."
"Hold on just a second..."
Oh Shit! Did I leave my briefcase on the bus this evening? God I'm an idiot...
I wander into the other room and find said briefcase, right where I put it when I came in.
"Sorry Constable, did you say Seven Hills? Where is that?"
"Near Blacktown, in Sydney."
"Oh. I'm actually in Brisbane at the moment. I haven't been in Sydney for almost a fortnight."
At this point, I'm wildly speculating about someone breaking into my unit, and dumping the contents in Sydney.
"Its a black leather briefcase, it contains some children's artwork and a training manual from the Pennant Hills Hotel. They've broken the locks in order to open it."
Huge Mental Sigh of Relief
I've never owned a briefcase matching that description.
"Well I don't have children and nobody I can think of springs to mind when you say Blacktown."
So Interweb. If you or anybody you know has lost a briefcase in the Blacktown area, and you had my number written down on a piece of paper inside it, it's been found.
Hope this helps. Have a nice day.
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