Find my phone
My iPhone slid in a car with all its well-advertised slippery features: it flew to the right when I made a sharp turn to the left. Trying to be a responsible driver, I just glanced at the flying phone. I could not recover the phone having a cup of latte in my hand. At the first stop, keeping my foot on a break, I leaned over the console, moved my bag away but didn't find the phone on the floor of the passenger's side. I got off the road to check on another side of the car–this time more carefully. Nothing. My phone vanished. I even opened the back door and checked under the passenger's seat again, hoping that the phone would reveal its shiny skinny body from another angle. Suddenly the phone rang. I reached out toward the sound, but the ring stopped. Guessing that it was probably my mother, I hurried up home to let her know that I was fine. ...