My faith in humanity is somewhat restored this week. At MHRAC, I left my phone on my notebook and backpack whilst I went through the line in The Rock’s kitchen for dinner, and when I returned to my seat and my table, my phone was still there!
The phone was completely out of sight to me, and I was away from the table for a good twenty minutes.
Maybe it’s because I was in a room with many law enforcement personnel, although I like to think that it’s because the screen on my phone is completely shattered and is being held together with clear packing tape.
I’m going to shatter all the screens in my house now. I’m not at home a large part of the day. So this is good information. Just in case.