This Guy Has My Kindle

Forgetting my Amazon Kindle in the back of a Chicago cab after one too many cocktails has me questioning whether today's technology encourages finders not to be keepers


Last week, after one too many cocktails at Telegraph Wine Bar in Chicago, I left my Kindle in the back of a taxi. Before I say more, let's establish one thing: this incident is entirely my fault. I could have tethered the Kindle to my arm, carried it in a man purse, or, more simply, remembered to grab it when I paid my fare. My brother, who had the luxury of walking home from the bar, even called to warn me not to forget the Kindle. Predictably, however, my Blackberry's battery was dead.

Burying an owner's personal information five layers deep is tantamount to not storing it at all.

Rather than give up, I hit the Internet. I had only one clue as to which cab company I had used: I thought that the cab was white, so I started with that. Within minutes, I found a blog post on with telephone numbers and, more helpfully, photographs of thirteen different Chicago taxis. One by one, I called each company whose cabs were white. The dispatchers, with varying degrees of contempt for my situation, assured me that their drivers were scouring their backseats for my lost device. Yeah, right. Out of ideas, I had the unsettling vision of my cab driver gloating as he flipped through the digital pages of William Roscoe Thayer's George Washington. Even more troubling, he could have been defiling my Kindle, not to mention my credit card, by purchasing the collected works of Jonathan Franzen. I had to act.

I called Amazon's Kindle Support to see what, if anything, they could do for me. Surprisingly, the customer service representative sounded genuinely concerned for me. "Oh no, I am really very sorry about your Kindle. That's terrible. Would you like me to deregister your Kindle? Hopefully you will get it back, and if you do, we can reregister it." Mike assured me that the Kindle was now "unusable" without my authorization. Thankful to have someone on my side, I hung up. Although I knew that my Kindle was likely gone for good, I couldn't help seizing on what Mike had said. Hopefully, someone would return my beloved library.

But how would he find me? Realistically, my hopes depended on the unlikely event that someone would read the "Personal Info" entry on my Kindle by (1) figuring out how to turn on the damn thing, (2) hitting the Menu button, (3) scrolling down to Settings, and (4-5) pressing the next page button twice. Admittedly, I could have put a sticker with my contact information on my Kindle's black case. But shouldn't an electronic reader store my email and phone number electronically? Thinking about it now, burying an owner's personal information five layers deep is tantamount to not storing it at all. Even my feeble Blackberry displays my contact information on the home screen when it's locked.

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Matthew E. Linder is a student at Cornell Law School and an articles editor of the Cornell Law Review.

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