Here's a funny story. Once my mom got a phone call while she was doing some yard work. She took the call, chatted for a bit, and when she was done talking she laid the phone on the roof of our minivan with the intention of bringing it back in later. Unfortunately, she forgot. So the next time she drove off, the phone went with her. We never saw that phone again.
Why am I writing this? Because a similar thing happened on Long Island, only about a skerjillion times worse.
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