Like a complete wombat, I left my smartphone in a taxi on Wednesday night.
I was in Edinburgh in order to speak at an event about digital transformation and security, hosted by the fine folks at VMware at a swanky hotel.
Maybe I was dazzled by the beauty of the scenery, the fantastic architecture, or befuddled by the bagpipe music… I don’t quite know how I managed to lose my phone, but it vanished during my journey from the airport to the hotel.
I realised pretty much as soon as I got into the hotel, but the taxi obviously had disappeared.
Panic? Not necessary.
The phone was protected with Apple’s Touch ID for fingerprint scanning and encryption so tough that the FBI needs to go to court (or pay a huge amount of money) in an attempt to crack into its way into a killer’s iPhone 5C. Frankly, I felt pretty comfortable as I had a much more secure iPhone 6 running iOS 9.3.1.
Thanks to Apple’s “Find my iPhone” tracking service, I was able to enable “Lost mode”, and entertain myself watching the phone whizzing around in the back of an Edinburgh taxi, without having to worry that my data was at risk. And, of course, I could remotely wipe the phone “just in case”.
Sadly, I don’t think the phone is coming back. Despite me having a good idea on where the taxi driver lives (I was able to see that he’d probably gone home for his dinner, and even get a Google Street View of his likely house, before heading off for new customers) it went offline an hour or so later.
I didn’t want to go around to what I suspected was the taxi driver’s house because, well, that can sometimes lead to problems.
My guess was that despite me sending the phone PING PING PING alerts and telling it to display a message saying it was lost, a passenger could have pinched it.
But I’m not worried. They can’t get at the data. I just buy a new phone. It’s mildly inconvenient, but nothing more.
I would have been much more worried if it had been a filofax, rather than a phone.
Ain’t technology wonderful?
PS. Edinburgh is a beautiful city to lose your iPhone in. If you get the chance, do visit.
Update: Shortly after I left Edinburgh, I received a message that the kindly taxi driver had returned my phone to the hotel! And it’s on its way home to me courtesy of one of those awfully nice fellows from VMware. Huzzah!
Of course, predictably, I had already ordered a shiny new iPhone 6s as a replacement for the one I thought I would never see again. So I guess the only thing left to say is – would anyone like to buy a never-used still shrinkwrapped iPhone 6s? ;-)
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