I’m off to the bank. Quick bike ride 4 blocks away, a brief stop to pick up some gin and i’m back home. I go to pull out my phone to take a photo to post and what do i find? no phone. No biggie, it must be in the house. I have blazey call and some girl picks up. He is a little confused and ask who it is. she says something and he informs her that that phone is not hers. she hangs up. I say, yo man, that has to be the wrong number, so i call from his cell phone and she picks up again. i tell this girl: yo, you the phone you have is my phone. what number did i call, what is your number? but then the reception starts to break up. we call and call and call only to be sent straight to voicemail.
so yeah, i lost my phone and got my phone stolen at the same time. sweet.