So I found a phone at the mall today.
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It was lying on the floor.
It is a I phone.
It was locked so I couldn't get into it...
I stayed until a woman came looking for it.
I made sure it was hers .
This was the 5th cellphone I have found .
Why do I keep finding these phones .
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It saved me...twice.
You did a nice thing by waiting for the woman to return. 
I had a very similar event, however, it is a story involving the supernatural and was considerably more simple for me.
I put my cellphone on top of my car, too. Not only did I do it once, I had done it numerous times. Fortunately I or someone else spotted it before I drove off with it on top of my car.
I had a girlfriend, Gini, who lived in another city. We were old friends from our undergrad years. Gini, too, was always putting her cellphone on top of her car and driving off with it, then driving over it, losing it in a ditch, or whatever. This happened several times. I'll never forget the time she texted me a picture of a splintered phone (after she bought her new one). Yeah, she drove over one after leaving it on top of her car. And those were the ones she could find. Most of them were lost forever.
Leaving cell phones on top of cars was a running joke between the two of us. Me, the absent minded professor, and my friend, an absent minded magazine editor.
Fast forward about 10 years and my friend had cancer and died. The morning after she died, I drove off with my cellphone on top of my car.
I drove three miles to the freeway and then merged onto it. Immediately I noticed people gesturing wildly at me, pointing to the top of their vehicle. There were so many of these people waving at me (mostly people in large SUVs) that I said what's going on? Is there toilet paper hanging out of my muffler?
At that time the toll booth area was under construction and it was very bumpy. It also required some tight circles to navigate. I got to the toll booth and a woman in a monster huge SUV practically stood out of her seat and said "Your cell phone is on top of your car!"
Other people in big SUVs saw it and waved at me. Everybody was so nervous about that phone on top of the car.
I was absolutely astonished. How did that cell phone stay on my car for around 7 miles, through a merge onto a major freeway, through a bumpy construction zone? How could that happen?
Immediately, however, I knew it was my friend. Somehow, some way, she managed to get that phone to stick to the top of my car. I pulled over to the side of the road and retrieved it, laughing my head off and saying, "Thanks, Gini!"
It was particularly amazing to me because it was the next morning after she died. How did she learn how to do something like that so fast?
The cell phone story doesn't end there, though. There was another incident.
I had a tenant vacate a property and I needed to get it rented right away. Because I couldn't get anyone to clean it up for me, I begrudgingly decided to do it myself. Yuck, hate that job. The whole time I was working away, I was thinking how happy I would be to get home and get away from this clean up job.
After I'd spent the better part of the day getting it cleaned up for showing, I went to the bank down the street. While at the bank drive up window, my phone rang, except it seemed like the ringing was coming from inside the teller's booth. I said to the teller, "Your phone is ringing."
The teller responded, "Ma'am we are not allowed to have cell phones on our job."
Right then and there I knew I'd left my cell phone at the rental and this was my friend's way of telling me to get it before I left that town and drove the 15" home.
Sure enough, I went back to the rental and there was my phone on the kitchen counter.
Now that I'm thinking of it, I should have checked the outgoing calls to see how it could have rung the bank. I mean, seriously, have you ever tried to get a bank branch phone number? All kinds of grief involved in that.
How my friend did that, I do not know but maybe someday I'll find out.
So there ya' go, Lucky Charm. It's so easy when you have "connections." 
Thank you for typing all of this out! Very enjoyable read!
As long as we are talking about this, because your story maybe me feel not so ashamed of myself for leaving my phone on my car, I'll admit to something.
You know the incident I mentioned in the post about leaving the phone on the car, and then having to get it from the cop?
I DID THE EXACT SAME THING, AT THE SAME PARK, THE DAY BEFORE THAT INCIDENT!
I didn't have to go through all of that hassle the first time though.
My phone was a big heavy thing, a Kyocera. It was made tough and heavy for people like contractors' etc. whose phone gets banged around a lot.
Left it on the roof of the car. Got home, 15 mile drive at highway speeds. Walked into house. Said...where's my phone? Walked out to the car. Intent was to drive back to the park to look for it. it was still on the car! Only it had slid down the back window and was resting on the trunk.
Hey NJCher, I'm sorry about your friend's passing. It sounds like she's still with you though. 
Happy for a good outcome. 
the young lady working the cash register. I fueled everyday at this same truck stop. A week went by and the young lady said a guy came in about an hour ago and asked if anybody found a phone. Turns out he proved it was his.
