A month ago, my good friend and I decided to spend our Saturday romping around at one of the more popular music festivals in the country: Lollapalooza.
I've wanted to go to Lollapalooza for as long as I can remember, but for whatever reason, it's just never worked out for me. Either I don't have money for passes, I wait too long to get tickets, my second cousin is getting married ... you know how it goes. So this year, I finally I decided that no matter what, I'm going. Even if only for one day.
I got so amped up about finally going that I even wrote this post for Elite Daily about preparations to take and what to do the day of the festival to make sure you have the most fun possible. Like some seasoned festival veteran (I'm not), I advised people to do things like drink water, not forget to eat, not lose your friends, go with the flow, and force yourself to have fun whilst navigating through a sea of thousands of people. A large portion of whom are not in the right state of mind ... you can see where this is going.
It happened at Calvin Harris. It was our last set of the night, the one we'd been looking forward to all day long. Like every other person in the crowd, I raised my phone when Calvin Harris took the stage around 9:00 P.M. My mistake. Because not three seconds after pressing the record button on my camera, my phone was knocked out of my excited little hands, never to be seen again. Oh, the tears. You can imagine my despair as I stood there, phone-less, trying to enjoy myself as when I met you in the summer vibrated across the crowd.
Needless to say, I spent the next three hours having a major freak out. Which was exacerbated by the fact that I literally couldn't move, or else risk getting trampled, elbowed in the face, totally lost, or all of the above. I was forced to stand there and at least pretend to have fun at Calvin Harris.
When the show ended, I did all the things you're supposed to do when you lose a phone. I checked lost and found, I set up Find my iPhone, but I knew I was probably out of luck. When I got back to Indianapolis the next day, I filed an insurance claim online and my new replacement iPhone arrived at my office two days later. Pretty painless in the whole scheme of things, but still a total inconvenience and a burden of guilt on my mind.
I was no longer thinking about the incident (aka I had moved on from the fact that all my pictures were forever lost), when I received a strange phone call from an Apple store in Louisville, Kentucky. The guy on the other line said he believed he had my phone in the store, that someone had turned it in, and could I please confirm my passcode?
Ummmm... yes, yes I can. What?! The Apple folks kindly shipped me my phone a few days later and I was pleasantly surprised to find the following video stored in my camera roll:
Nice is an understatement here, am I right?
And I have so many questions for this guy! How did he realize, after he recorded this video, that turning my phone into an Apple store was a smarter move than turning it in to the infinite abyss that is (as I can only imagine) the Lollapalooza lost & found? There are some missing pieces here and out of curiosity, I want to know the full story.
I'm putting this out here on my blog because I really want to find this guy and tell him thank you! Kindness like this is genuine and rare -- especially at an event like Lollapalooza where people are losing phones left and right. Help me track him down so I can pay it forward and not let his kind deed go unnoticed. Share this post and let's see what happens!