"My phone was stolen today and I finally realized I had a tracker on on. So we rode around town for a while tonight and I even knocked on one door where it was located, but it was not there and moved. So, I'll have to cancel the service tomorrow. I may be able to get delayed voice mails. We shall see. I've changed my main passwords. Life is fun!"
I did those things.
However, before that, I did several other things.
I filed a police report.
I also had my wife pick me up and we followed the phone's tracks all over town. It was always a mile ahead of us, even as we drove back to our home in the country.
It was a little creepy. Why did the person with the phone come to our neighborhood and even near our house?
The next day, we found the phone in the back seat of my wife's car - under the seat actually.
We had been chasing ourselves all over town.
There must be a lesson there.
