You ain't gonna believe this S#%t!

So the story begins with Andi and I cleaning out our car yesterday afternoon - prepping it for a trade in. We find a cell phone in the seat-back pocket that neither of us recognize. We rack our respective brains to think of who we have recently lent the car to. I plug the phone into a charger and go through the contact list, recent calls, texts, etc... to find some connection to us. Not only are we not in any of those lists, but no one we know is either.
At this point its no longer about getting someone back their phone, its about figuring out who the hell has been in my car. We start to piece this person together - recent visits (saved photos), recent childbirth (received texts), wife's name (sent texts), etc... It looks like it was lost around March 8th (last dialed call, and a series of unanswered received calls). Went to the innauguration and likes Navy aircraft at the Air and Space museum. Works down the street at the Navy yard, etc...
So Andi eventually goes to sleep and I can't - I stay up searching the internet for the owner, digging back through the call patterns, searching texts for clues, etc... Who the fuck has been in my car!
This morning Andi makes another call to this person's phone number - the phone has been lost for 2+ months, surely they have a replacement by now. Well she finally gets through and mystery solved ------
The answer goes back to early March when Andi takes the car into a local full-serve car wash. Our car is just about done when several 'secret service' type people shut the car wash down. Apparently they had a vehicle in there and while it was getting washed one of their cell phone's went missing. This inconvenienced Andi a bit and she had to wait until they scrubbed the car wash (pun intended). She comes home and tells me what happened. What we surmise happened is that someone did in fact lift this guy's phone and then when the big black suburbans rolled back in and shut down the place, the sticky fingered car washer dumped the phone in the first place he saw - our car. Kind of Will Smith shit, eh?
So I can sleep better now - no fishy stuff going on in our parking garage, just car wash excitment.

Chuck