The Saga of the Lost Flash Drive

So a week ago Monday, I left my flash drive in a computer in one of the classrooms up at the college. I didn't even notice. Tuesday, at about 3 pm, I was rudely woken up from a badly needed nap. This is how the conversation went:

Me: Hello?(Yes, I actually answered.)
Girl: Hi! Is this Leslie?
Me: Uh, yes it is.
Girl: I found your flash drive in one of the labs in the RC building.
Me: Uh, what? My flash drive? You did? huh.
Girl: You can pick it up at RC 133.
Me: RC 133?
Girl: Yes, just ask one of the lab aides.
Me: Okay, thanks?
Girl: you're welcome. Bye.

I was caught so off guard by this call and I was half asleep. I didn't make it up to the college until Friday. I had a few minutes before my Algebra test and I thought I would go find RC 133. Just one problem: There is no RC 133. It doesn't exist. Okay, I'll just run up to the main computer lab and ask them. Surly one of them would know where they send lost flash drives. Here is how the conversation went:

Me: (I was breathing hard because I had just ran up two flights of stairs)Hi! I don't know if you can help me,(gasp) but I received a phone call from a girl (gasp)telling me to come get my flash drive at RC 133, (gasp)but I don't think it exist, do you know where I might find it?
Middle aged lady: RC 133? That would be on the first floor.
Me: There is no RC 133, that is why I am asking you. DO you have any suggestion on where I might look? The girl told me to just ask a lab aide.
Lady:(To man behind her) This girl was told to find her flash drive in RC 133.
The Man: RC 133? That would be on the first floor.
Me: RC 133 does not exist. I must have misunderstood her. Do you have any unclaimed flash drives here?
Man: We usually leave flash drives in the classroom they are found in.
Me: Okay thanks. (For nothing)

So now I start to worry. Oh well, the guy said they leave them in the classroom. Probably, it is sitting in the chalk tray with my name written on the board telling everyone that I am Sofa King We Todd did. So Monday rolled around and I go to my class. Again I ran up the stairs to class and ask the professor about my flash drive. She wants me to go to the computer lab. I had already done that and they were worthless. So she wants me to go clear across campus to the CC building and talk to the security office. Okay fine. I walk over after class. The cute boy at the security office at least acted like he wanted to help even if he couldn't. He looked and looked though. So still I have no flash drive. Crap. I guess all I can do is wait for another phone call. At least I knew the school had it somewhere and some random person didn't just take it.

I waited two days and got the phone call yesterday. This time, I made sure I knew exactly where to go. My flash drive made it clear across campus into a computer lab I had no idea existed without me. My flash drive has seen more of the college campus than I have. Anyway the guy who had it wouldn't even smile at me. There I was all gushing over how excited I was when he called me, and he didn't even smile. I'm sure he thought Iwas a retard. I was thinking that too.

When I got home, I decided to check the contents on the flash drive. I found a folder labeled MY STUFF that I had never seen before. I open it up and some poor sap named David Freeman saved a report for his Business Philosophy class on my flash drive. I bet he didn't even notice. I just imagine some poor 19 year old kid looking for his report and it is no where to be found. I guess that is why my computer teacher was so adamant about checking the location of your save before you hit the save button. At least now I know that I am not the only idiot running around JCCC. Me and David, we are quite a pair.