So you got your dream job. You're working for the company you always admired, the one whose products you'd buy even if they didn't sign your paycheck. The company's making tons of money, but they're not run by guys who want to make a quick buck and get out. You could spend the rest of your career here, you think. You could shape the future.

Your buddy agrees. You're sitting at the bar, having a few, and he says he thinks you have it pretty sweet. He asks if there's anything you could tell him, you know, something so a guy might make a buck on some stocks? You give him a look: dude. We never say anything about what we're doing. Ever. But he is your bro and you go way, way back so there is juuuuust one thing you can show him. You look around. It's dark enough in here. No one's looking. You show him The Device.

You get home later that night, still a little buzzed - after the bar, you guys went to the steakhouse, right? Red wine and scotch. And then that one club . . . somewhere. You get out your phone, plug it in to recharge, and then . . . there's a certain horrible stabbing thought:

You had another phone, didn't you?

The one you had to sign out? The one you had to convince someone to let you take?

You pat every pocket but it's not there. You look in the car but It's GONE. It's GONE and you are a DEAD MAN. You remember when that one guy leaked details about a minor processor bump in the laptop line, and the boss had his face flayed and stuck on a pole by the elevators.

The details may change, and the person may not actually be floating in the bay right now after Steve Jobs kicked him to death Joe Pesci-style, but this gist is this: it appears someone left the upcoming iPhone in a bar. How do we know? Because Gizmodo has it, literally.