Where's Mohammed

On Thursday after a 9 hour long night bus ride, my cell phone must have fallen out of my jeans pocket. When I realized I didn't have my phone -- 10 minutes after the bus drove off -- I used my friend's phone to call my cell. After one ring, some dude answered "Allo." Before I could get out two words, he immediately hung up on me. I called again, and my phone was off... Over the next three days, I tried calling my phone a bunch of times, but it always rang through. Then I sent him a text saying I'd pay to get my phone back.

The phone only costs $20, but  it's worth a lot because it has all my contacts.

When I got on the bus back to Cairo, I decided to try one last time. This is where the silver screen moment comes.

I hit call and two seconds later the Nokia destiny ring tone starts doing its thing. It feels like everybody has this ringtone, so I wasn't completely sure that my phone was going off, but the coincidence of simultaneity got me curious enough to watch the guy answer the ringing phone.

After the guy saw my wide eyes staring at him with a phone next to my ear, guilt swept over his face. I stood up and watched him take the phone out of his pocket. Lo and behold, my callerid was on the phone in his hands... So, I swiped my phone back.

I ask, "Why do you have my phone... Well, it's not important at least I found it. It's my lucky day."
"Oh sorry, I didn't know it was yours."
...
Later he says, "You're lucky"
"And, you're not too lucky, by the way, how did you use $4 dollars worth of minutes in days"
And, like so many Egyptian he responds to my Arabic, not what I said, "Where did you learn Arabic to speak so well.."

So in the end, I found Mohammed -- the guy who had been calling his girlfriends or something with my phone over a 3 day period.

And by the way, the title refers to what the woman who called my phone twice yesterday kept saying. I told her that he stole my phone, and now I have it back, so it's not his number anymore. She wasn't very polite either.