So back there I drove, and indeed there was my mobile lying at the base of the very pump from which I had filled up. But, alas, it was not mine! My upwardly mobile son offered some solace, observing that it was a Nokia, "... a better make than ours, anyway."
And then it went off.
It was its, British, owner ringing to activate her lost mobile. Upon me telling her where she had left it she was relieved and arranged a rendezvous for its return a mile away.
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