So I lost my iPhone the other day. And it was picked up by someone, who then took off with it. So I guess it was stolen as well as lost.
Yeah, I had Find My Phone installed and set up and I was indeed able to see the phone’s approximiate location on a map for a few hours. But in the end I could not pinpoint the culprit, nor did they respond to my offers of reward or to my threats. Ultimately, I locked and wiped the phone. Done. It’s gone.
It’s been really odd without it. I went to bed that night and realized I didn’t own an alarm clock. Today I found myself walking to a meeting and realizing I didn’t have a watch on to see if I was late. But I think I’ll survive it.
Which is a good thing, in the light of the Faustian bargain I reached with AT&T for a replacement.
It seems my iPhone is eligible for a subsidized replacement on June 25 for the low, low price of $199. I called them up to see if they would help a brother out and give me that price today. Nope. Today it would cost me $550, sixty days from now it would cost $199. And they wouldn’t budge, not even when I threatened to get a $199 iPhone from Verizon.
Ultimately we reached an agreement that was at least tolerable. They’d sell me a $40 cheap-o phone to use for the next sixty days, and I’d get my $199 iPhone in June. I wouldn’t lose continuity in my data plan, either, which is nice because I’m grandfathered in to the old unlimited plan.
So. I’m going from the pinacle of iPhone 4 smartphone nirvana to slumming it in a Samsung A197. For the next. Sixty days.
I keep waiting for Morgan Spurlock to walk in and start narating my experience.
At first I said, nah, I’ll just wait another year. Upgrading my phone every two years, timed to coincide with the expiration of my AT&T contract and thus their discount on a new phone, seemed sensible. No matter how cool the new phone is, I’d wait. 
