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On Friday night, somebody stole my phone from coat check at some ridiculous Fashion Week costume party. I only realized it had been stolen when I ran into a friend who said "What the hell Eliza, I just called you and some guy answered and told me to fuck off!" I ran to get my stuff from coat check, and sure enough, my phone was gone. I borrowed a stranger's phone to call my number, and had the following conversation with the thief:

Me: Hi, you have my phone!  
Thief: Yeah, I do!  
Me: Can I have it back please? I can meet you wherever you are. I'll give you $200?  
Thief: Fuck you. I have to pee. *click*  

So I did what any reasonable person would do: drank myself silly on free vodka, magically teleported home (apparently), played some Minecraft, and passed out. When I woke up Saturday morning 

**Warning: twist ending ahead**

I had emails from my mom and three of my friends saying a limo driver had found my phone when he was cleaning out his car, and that I should meet up with him to get it back. 

So today I took three subways into Darkest Queens, met up with the owner of the limo company, and got my phone back. 

I used to work coat check at a club and I ALWAYS did everything possible to make sure drunk people got their stuff back, so maybe this is karma?
<bot>: some douchebag stole my phone, lost it in a limo, and the driver who found it called everybody on my favorites list in order to return it to me