By now it’s well established that I can be a total dolt. I do things like buy tickets for Craig Ferguson, then confuse the date and show up two days after the actual show.
On my way out the door, I forget things so often, that poor Topper (my Corgi) stops and looks back at me every three steps as we go down the stairs because he knows I will turn back for my phone, my keys, my sunglasses, the plastic bag or something else I’ve forgotten. God bless that dog.
And I do things like leave my computer at airports. My computer; the one thing I could not live without — with all my writing and everything dear to me in life, I just walk away from and don’t realize it until the next morning. I left it at the Burbank Airport about a year ago and they were kind enough to hold onto it for me at the Southwest Airlines counter. Then they made me show ID before they would give it to me. I love Southwest.
Well, last night I was returning home after a funeral, and did it again. I was on a concrete bench in the warm night air outside the Burbank Airport, waiting for my son to pick me up. As he pulled up I jumped up to meet him at the curb, grabbed my coat and purse, put my suitcase in the car and took off, completely forgetting my laptop in its carrying case, right beside me. I should just make DOH my middle name.
I came home, watched about five minutes of a documentary my kids were watching then crashed, never giving my Mac a second thought.
I got up this morning and went to the gym at 6 am, impressed with myself that I’m so disciplined and “on it.” I’m thinking, “The Success Principles” author Jack Canfield would be so proud. I got home and started going through mail and cleaning up. Then I got a phone call from someone who sounded young. He said his name was Henry Echeverria and he had found my computer. (He had also emailed me, but I hadn’t checked my email for an hour.)
My first thought was…Oh wow, I didn’t even realize I’d left it. Then, Uh oh, why didn’t this guy just turn it in at the airport? Why would you do that? He told me his address and I said I wanted to come and get it right away. The address he gave me was in Van Nuys, California, which is mostly a working class section of L.A.
A million horrible scenarios played out in my mind: I’ll be extorted, I’ll get mugged, he’ll go through my computer, find all my info and steal my identity. Then I thought, No, the kid just called me, gave me his name and address, why would he do that if he was a bad guy?
Then I countered with, Well, maybe that’s not really his name or address, maybe this is just a convenient set up. I pretty much completely freaked myself out. I asked my son to come with me just in case, which is like asking Billy Crystal to be your bodyguard. I figured, if he can’t intimidate them, maybe he can keep them laughing until I’ve escaped. I also scraped together all the cash I had which was 45 dollars, figuring I’d give it to them so they wouldn’t have a reason to rob me. And if he was returning it, then it would be a nice reward.
I told my daughter what we were up to and said if we weren’t back in an hour to call the police. Unbeknownst to me, my daughter had just been listening to a story on NPR about Amanda Berry, one of the women who was held captive and repeatedly raped in Cleveland for years, so to say she was on edge would be an understatement.
I left without showering after working out at the gym, hoping whatever stink I might have could ward off a mugging. My son hadn’t showered either; double stink couldn’t hurt.
So, we drove to the address Henry gave, which didn’t look totally inviting. I called him and I think he said something about his mom working at the hospital nearby and said he would be there soon. Now, I was really nervous, thinking this is probably not his apartment. There we were waiting for tough guys to stroll down the street and roll us in broad daylight.
Then the metal security door opened and I saw the sweet face of a tall, thin, innocent looking young kid, who’s maybe 15. He’s with a woman I recognized from my flight from Las Vegas to Burbank. She’s walking a Chihuahua and another dog and there’s another woman at the door, who I think was Henry’s mother.
Henry smiles and hands me the bag with my computer, which I didn’t even bother to check because I was so relieved. His aunt explained that she was at the airport waiting for her ride for two hours, so she was the one who must have seen my computer bag and picked it up for me.
I wanted to kiss each of them and I happily handed sweet Henry my last forty five dollars in cash, thanking them all profusely. As I was handing out cash, the mailman came along and the dogs went crazy barking, so we started yelling to be heard. Then, my phone rang. It was my daughter, who I couldn’t hear, so I said, “I’ll call you right back,” and hung up.
Of course my poor daughter was imagining me being stuffed into someone’s trunk, by a henchman with a vicious dog, and started freaking out. She texted in rapid succession,
“Call me back, now why would you hang up on me?”
“Is everything OKAY? I heard yelling.
“I won’t hesitate at all to call the cops.”
I’d already forgotten about her in my joy at being so pleasantly surprised by the kindness and honesty of total strangers. I asked Henry and his aunt to please pose for a photo with me so I could tell the world about this wonderful moment and they we got the great shot above, including the Chihuahua..
Then we walked away and my daughter calls again, frantic. My son explains what happened and I apologize for hanging up so abruptly, but now she wants to kill me. I try to make up for it by buying her french fries at In-N-Out Burger, which usually does the trick. But when we got home she shot me the most poisonous look as I tried to hug her because I scared her to death. The good news is, at least I know she loves me. With more fries, she’ll warm up eventually.
But right now, I’m warmed by the fact that my belief — that we’re all one big family and most people are honest and good — is alive and well, even in L.A.
MaryMay 5, 2015 at 9:43 am
Ahh Fran, must be the Tunno genes. I have left my water bottle lots of places from time to time, but that’s a lot easier to replace than a lap top, & God knows I haven’t been to the airport for travel in “too many years” which is depressing, so, I haven’t had “that” problem. I’m guessing you were in a hurry & had too many things to take along. I am very glad for the happy ending! It certainly gave you another good blog topic. Someone should invent beepers that attach to lap tops or something that signal you when it’s out of reach or range maybe?
Fran TunnoMay 5, 2015 at 7:13 pm
How funny you should say that, I was thinking that myself. I’m sure there is probably already an invention that does just that. At least life is always exciting. Thanks for always reading.
LeslieMay 4, 2015 at 2:32 pm
I have no words. Wait, that’s a lie. I ALWAYS have words.
Okay, being the compulsive person that I am, I want to buy a big bag with a leash, to secure all of your very important possessions to your person at all times. Except maybe when you’re in the shower. During which your possessions would be locked in a safe, carefully guarded by Topper.
I’m so glad that you have now had two “lost and found” experiences where the goodness of mankind came through. It’s lovely to know that there are still good people in this world who will return things to their proper owner. And I’m also happy to know that you were not mugged or be-headed or kidnapped and held captive in a room where pastries were withheld and the only food to be had was lacking in chocolate. Because that would just be wrong.
Fran TunnoMay 4, 2015 at 9:41 pm
Oh Leslie, somehow I would find a way to dislodge the leash. Maybe I’ll be better with time, but I rather doubt that. Thanks for reading!
lafridayMay 2, 2015 at 10:53 pm
There are good and kind people in this world. And how timely the reminder after recent events. I am glad you got your computer back, Fran. You need the sign my mom put on the back of my bedroom door when I was a teenager. It was of a torso with its hand to the side holding its head. The words read, “STOP! Have you forgotten anything?”
Fran TunnoMay 3, 2015 at 1:48 pm
I am thinking about making lists to check for every move I make! If I make it to 80 it’s gonna be a wild ride.
Patty TunnoMay 2, 2015 at 6:14 pm
It’s always so great to hear stories like this about good and honest people! Thank God it all ended well for you! Enjoyed your post!
Fran TunnoMay 3, 2015 at 1:47 pm
Thanks Patty, I am glad too. I’m sure my brothers will be shaking their heads when they read this.
Nicol ZanzarellaMay 2, 2015 at 10:18 am
Martin says he is available for body guard duty if “Billy Crystal” needs a back-up
Fran TunnoMay 3, 2015 at 1:46 pm
Thank God, Billy was able to handle it, but we will keep Martin in mind for the next stupid thing I do.
daedae51May 1, 2015 at 10:39 pm
Fran, my friend Cathy Fishburn introduced me to your blog last year and I have been thoroughly entertained ever since. I just haven’t ever commented before. Please keep sharing. 🙂
Fran TunnoMay 3, 2015 at 1:45 pm
I am thrilled to have you as a reader and hopefully a follower. Thanks so much and feel free to tell your friends!
Mandy GustafsenMay 1, 2015 at 4:51 pm
Holy crap!!!! You were lucky Jesus (pronounced âheyzues) was looking out for that day â again!!
Welcome home!! phew!!
daedae51May 1, 2015 at 5:01 pm
I think Fran is just one of those innocents who walks around with guardian angel on her shoulder. 🙂
Fran TunnoMay 1, 2015 at 5:43 pm
If that’s true, I hope the guardian angel sticks around!
Fran TunnoMay 1, 2015 at 5:44 pm
Thanks Mandy, it’s good to be back!
Bob ErbeckMay 1, 2015 at 4:32 pm
I’ve lived in Burbank since 1977. I’m sure glad to hear everything turned out just fine and that there are still some good, trustworthy people around here . . . besides you and me, of course. 🙂
Fran TunnoMay 1, 2015 at 5:43 pm
Thanks Bob! Me too! That was a relief. Honestly, I really do think most people are good and honest, but all we see on the news is the bad news so our perceptions are skewed.
daedae51May 1, 2015 at 4:14 pm
Well for $45 Henry could have included a family recipe!
Fran TunnoMay 1, 2015 at 5:41 pm
I should have asked him! I’m going to send him a link to the story, maybe he’ll throw one in once he reads it!
daedae51May 1, 2015 at 10:28 pm
That would be fun.
Nicol ZanzarellaMay 1, 2015 at 4:10 pm
How is its possible that you have me laughing and crying in one breath? The people at the coffee shop think I’m nuts 🙂 Love you, Frannie, and your belief in humanity!
Fran TunnoMay 1, 2015 at 5:40 pm
Love you right back Nicol! Thanks for being such a wonderful supporter.