Why? Why? Why?

Everytime I come to Chicago, something bad happens. I get parking tickets, have cars towed and damaged and leave doors open so dogs can wander outside. Today, I can add "lose cellphones" to the list as I left Patrick's cell phone at McDonald's after lunch. And when I tried calling McDonald's to ask if anyone turned it in, I might as well have been speaking German. The shift manager said she was the "only one there." I replied, "Isn't this McDonald's?" She said everyone from earlier went home so she "knew nothing." So tomorrow I'm going to swing by to check the status of my lost and found report. I don't expect much.