damn you, bagsnatcher!
So there I was, in the pub, having a wonderfully pleasant dinner with Alison and my friend Ariana who is visiting from Boston, when a dodgy-looking guy brushes past our table. A split second later I check for my bag and it's gone. In the couple of seconds it took me to realize that my bag was, yes, definitely gone, the guy had ducked into the toilets, ducked out, and dashed out the door with my bag. RIchard the barman went after him but it was too late, he was gone. He'd clearly had an eye on the table and my bag for some time. By the super-duper hand of god, I had taken my wallet and phone out and put them on the table, so I still had them and wasn't too upset. I lost my gloves and hat, but Branislava knitted me a gorgeous birthday hat, so once again the gods seemed to be smiling.
All my keys were gone though, and soon enough i realized that I had left a birthday card in my bag with my London address on it. D'oh #1. We've got to change the locks. Now, as I'm going to bed, I've discovered that I can't find my iPod. It's exactly the kind of thing I throw in my bag every morning without thinking, so even though I haven't used it today I've probably been carrying it around with me. And now dodgy trench coat man is carrying it around with him. D'oh #2. And finally, I can't find my USB drive. I'm much more upset about the 'kyoto now' lanyard it used to hang on, because that's a memento from Bali - but there was loads of personal stuff on it. D'oh #3. That's the locks in Oxford need changing, then. And loads of my personal info wandering through the world.
Fucksticks.
All my keys were gone though, and soon enough i realized that I had left a birthday card in my bag with my London address on it. D'oh #1. We've got to change the locks. Now, as I'm going to bed, I've discovered that I can't find my iPod. It's exactly the kind of thing I throw in my bag every morning without thinking, so even though I haven't used it today I've probably been carrying it around with me. And now dodgy trench coat man is carrying it around with him. D'oh #2. And finally, I can't find my USB drive. I'm much more upset about the 'kyoto now' lanyard it used to hang on, because that's a memento from Bali - but there was loads of personal stuff on it. D'oh #3. That's the locks in Oxford need changing, then. And loads of my personal info wandering through the world.
Fucksticks.