On Saturday night, I left my little green bag in a taxi. The bag had my Eee PC, my U.S. passport, my asthma meds, and a few other necessities in it.

Oops!

Last night the taxi driver knocked on the door and handed my bag to me, refused a tip, gave me his business card and dashed off into the night.

If the driver's stories were to be believed (which I do, because I'm gullible that way), this means I now have Bono's favorite chauffeur's phone number. And even if he was telling tall tales, at least I have the number of an honest, entertaining taxi driver who wears a cool hat.

I'm sure this will come in handy someday, somehow.