Entry 0022

Just a short note to say that some people really fucking suck.

At lunch today – with my Realtor – some kid asked to use my phone to call his mom.
I handed it to him, and the next thing I knew the little bastard was half way down the damn block.

I ran after him, but something in my hindbrain asked “And? If you catch him? Then what? You rough him up, you’ll go to jail for beating on a minor…”

At least, I say that now – at the time I was starting to run out of breath. Fucking asthma, fucking being out of shape.
Fucking kids.

So – I called AT&T (my agent had already called 911 – there’s a funny story about driving around at high speeds in a minivan and being told by a 911 Operator that if we don’t go back to the restaurant right the hell now, she’ll not send any damn cops, but that’s a story for another time), and had the account turned off due to theft. They were very quick and understanding.

The cops showed up, took my statement – and that of everyone else in the restaurant (they wanted to see the kid hang too), and said that since it was $400 he’s looking at Grand Theft Larceny (like Rosenbergs car!), and since they had a good description of the little shit, and so many witnesses *AND* the serial/IME number (thanks AT&T) they figured the odds on catching the fucker were very high.

Huzzah, I suppose.

My meal? Free.

I stopped by my folks to clue them in, and to change every online password I had – just in case.
Then rolled over to AT&T store to try and get a cheap phone. The guy that worked there just handed me a brand new SIM, said “Find a cheap ass phone at Wal-Mart, man. It’ll be cheaper for ya.”

Fortunately, my mom had an old handset, so I’m rocking an old Motorola RAZR V3. Got my contacts back on it, and ready to roll.
Slowly.

So, yeah – stupid fucking kid, I hope he gets what’s coming to him. But, the everyone else?
Fucking awesome.

People rock.