and the brutal traffic in Vegas, my hope in humanity was restored (however briefly) when someone found and turned in my iPhone. I was making my way to the John Lennon bus (seen here in this video), and had my iPhone, in a pouch, attached to my belt (I’m over forty, so I wear belts). I made a call and a few minutes later noticed it was gone. First panic, then a high-alert status as I looked, searched, and fretted about what would happen to it. I retraced my steps, looked for anyone using an iPhone (found one guy, and later gave him the thumbs up, when I found it), and waited. Repeatedly returning to where it most likely fell off my belt, eventually a nice woman asked me if I had lost a phone? “Yes!” I said, an “iPhone.” She told me she had it and kindly handed it to me. The most interesting thing about the recovery was my good friend Marcus emailed with the subject “your phone:”
One million exhibitors. Sixty million attendees. Four trillion booths spread across an area the size of Rhode Island.
I called him amazed and he said, “your phone called me over an over again. It was weird.” When the iPhone dropped, it must’ve called Marcus — I think it was sending for help. I’m glad I found it and thanks to whoever turned it in. Later, I told the iPhone Karma story in the Intel@CES booth.
Lupe from the exhibitor registration tent called me to let me know that she has your phone. Just go to the tent and ask for her.