Today I went bra-shopping at the mall. At one point I put my phone down and thought to myself:
"This is just like that one coworker of yours - the one that leaves his phone laying around all the time. Glad I'm not like that!"
It was therefore inevitable that a few minutes later, I realized I no longer had my phone on me. Fortuitously, some kind soul had handed it into security; which I knew the second I walked into the security office as it was sitting right there on their reception desk.
What follows is, verbatim, the conversation that took place between myself and the security officer on duty:
Me: "Hello! I was going to ask if anyone handed in an iPhone 7 in a black case, but that appears to be it right there. Probably you want to verify it's mine; so I think you'll find the unlock code is ████."
Security: "Ah. Well. Can you tell me what the image is" - proceeds to hold phone very close to face, like a hand of poker - "...on the lock screen?"
Me: "Yes; that will be a picture of me and my daughter."
Security: "..."
Me: "...Of course, I look very different now. I don't have a beard, for one thing."
Security: "..."
Me: "..."
Security: "What was that code again?"
Anyway, I got my phone back!