When I went to workout last night there was a cell phone sitting on one of the machines I was going to use, so I picked it up and moved it. I worked out for an hour thinking, what should I do. I came up with three options
1) leave it
2) drop it in the rental office mail box
3) call someone on the phone and see if the could let the person know.
I ended up calling "Mom" and she ended up giving me her daughters apartment number. Now I am a nice guy, and just went over and rang the door bell and dropped it off, but that took a leap of faith for Mom to give me the Apartment number. I hope that if this ever happens to me someone takes the time and effort to return my phone. I guess I believe in Karma and paying it forward. If we can't do something nice for someone from time to time, why are we part of the human race.