A couple of years ago my daughters came home at 10am in the morning from a festival with a lost password protected iPhone so I took charge to get it back to the owner.
The first text came about 30 minutes later "Give my mate her phone back" and on & on it went all day & evening.
'Katy where are you, I'm worried?' was one of several texts from her Dad but not once did the phone ring so I could bloody answer it.
Why can't people ring?
Anyway, about 8pm after a torrent of abuse somebody came on with a really peculiar Facebook name eg Princess Diabolus Musica so I thought that would be easy to stalk as long as she didn't know how to use Facebook properly.
I found her and found Katy who had been talking about her stolen phone so I Facebook messaged at least 20 of her friends asking just one of them to ring the bloody phone so I could answer it.
Not one replied but I still got abusive texts asking for Katy's phone back.
I went to bed and about midnight the phone actually started to ring (HURRAH somebody with sense) but it was her real Dad in America wanting to talk to her.
I explained my frustration of not one person ringing the phone and he said he would ring her Mum (ex wife) in Liverpool to arrange a return.
About 01:30

the phone rings and it is Katy's Step Dad having a go at me for stealing the phone and he says it is a setup etc.
I finally convince him my daughters found it at Leeds festival and Katy arranges to pick it up.
Katy came the following day, my youngest answered the door and Katy said "I was going to buy you a bottle of vodka but I needed petrol money, thanks, bye"
Short version
I got a phone back to it's owner after 14 hours of not one person ringing the bloody phone.