I'm in a McDonald's, and this girl slyly steals my phone. "Hey," I tell her, "that's my phone."

"No it isn't," she says, "it's mine."

"Yes it's mine," I say, "it's a Motorola Droid..."

"It's a Turbo!" she says, interrupting when I was just going to say that.

"I know, that's what I was saying, it's a Motorola Droid Turbo. Manager!"

She gets up and starts to leave before the manager arrives, and in so doing, shows that she has two phones. I point this out, and she admits I am right, she tried to take my phone, and she gives it back.

"Nice job though," I say, "grabbing it so quickly and slipping it into your cleavage, " which was apparently how she did it. But somehow in the process it fell on the floor, and the screen is broken in a couple of cracks across the bottom left corner. Was it already like that? I don't remember. "Might have been a good excuse to get a new phone, anyway" I say.