The vague and the absent minded sometimes lead a charmed life. (Apart from driving their partners up the wall, several times a day, hunting for phone, glasses, wallet, important papers, car keys, basement keys, etc. etc.). " A lost and found and didn't even know it was lost" story from a couple of months ago:
We were getting some renovations done in the flat we had bought, in the next building from our rented apartment. The spouse had to give some tiles to the contractor's men, tiles which had been stored in a basement storage a couple of buildings further away from ours. I was busy around the house, when I get a rather cryptic call on the intercom.
Maydum, aapke ghar se koi phone missing hai?
(Ma'am, is there a phone missing from your house?)
My phone was with me, and presumably the spouse had his with him.
Pintu ko basement mein mila hai
(Pintu found it in the basement)
What an earth was Pintu doing in the basement? He was the contractor who was in charge of installing my kitchen cupboards.
Woh keh raha aapke ghar ka phone hai.
(He says it belongs to your house).
I was, by then, thoroughly confused and irritated.
Maydum, aap uss number par call kar leejiye, clear ho jaayega.
(Ma'am, please call that number, everything will be clear)
That made sense. I dialled the spouse's mobile number.
Ma'am, mein Pintu driver bol raha hoon, Building X se. Building Y ke basement mein yeh phone mila thha.
Okay, there's more than one person called Pintu in the world! And this Pintu has my husband's precious iPhone! He tells me that he is in the lobby of Building X, with the security guard. I tell him that I'm just coming. I pick up some cash, my mask, and lock the flat behind me.
It turns out that Pintu Driver is a friend's driver, someone I know by sight. Since the spouse very rarely, if ever, walks in our complex, I am still wondering how Pintu knew that the dropped phone belonged to my house, and how did he know which flat I live in? There seems to be a very solid information network 'below stairs', as it were.
He hands me the phone, I hand him a tip. He demurs, but I insist. I apologize for the confusion.
And then I proceed to the new apartment, where the spouse is dealing with several different workmen. I hand him his phone, telling him of its misadventures and emphasizing how I had to chase across the complex in the heat, thanks to his carelessness.
He hadn't even missed it!