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i've had the same tired phone for 2.5 years now & have never lost him. except for last Friday. i searched, drove the roommate crazy having her call it, and even looked through my laundry hamper ...whenever i lose anything, 9 times out of 10 it's in there. seriously. it wasn't.

PINKBERRY! i screamed. youscreamiscreamweallscreamforICECREAM I ran downstairs, out the door, & around the corner to our neighborhood pinkberry. 'oh yeah gurl, we gots yo phone' said the teenage fro-yo bartender. on the counter, somewhere between the massive line of people & the toppings counter, a kind soul had found my blackberry @ pinkberry & turned it in.

now, this story wouldn't warrant a blog post had the same thing not happened at the gelato place near Parsons a couple months ago when my Student ID went missing for a tragic 2 days

...lesson learned: when in doubt, check the ice cream shop!