Gamers have lives! And if they run out of them, they best hope they'll have a continue left.
So, as I exited the taxi, I performed my usual check. Nope, nothing has been left behind. Good. I bend over to retrieve my backpack from the back seat and leave. The taxi drives away. Seconds later, I realise my phone is not in my pocket. "Piss," think I, with some embarrassment at my own ineptitude. I don't mind too much, but I did like the number. This morning, a friend of mine calls the phone. Turns out some people have found it and picked it up! That's ...