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My phone (my beautiful new $200 PURPLE z750 I got unlocked and had my cell phone charms on from Japan and an IIDX sticker i.e. THE PERFECT PHONE FOR ME that I planned to use for a long long time) got stolen tonight. From work. By a pervert who wanted me to do obscene things to get it back.
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I'm going to try to remember as much of what happened as I can. My phone was sitting on a corner of the front desk at work (my main station), where I usually keep it because I send and receive texts from people at work to stay entertained. Around 10:30-11, a bunch of people came in, and some of them needed pool stuff, so I was busy checking all their IDs and going over the pool stand to do that. In the midst of all this, my phone disappears. I walk back over to the front desk, and immediately see that my phone is missing. I commence freaking out, searching all over for it, searching everywhere I've been, in my bag, around and inside the desk. It's nowhere. I even find and ask all the people I just checked in if they've seen it or saw anyone take it. No one did.
I try calling my phone twice from the front desk's phone. Both times it rings and no one picks up. I'm beginning to realize someone must have stolen it and walked out with it. 10 minutes later, the front desk phone rings. It's some guy who called the number that called my phone. I.e., the guy who stole my phone. He sounds fairly drunk. I tell him he has my phone and ask him if he can bring it back to Fox & Hound, thinking he'll be reasonable.
Nope. He says, "What's in it for me?" I say I'll give him $20. He says he was hoping for more. I say $50, anything, just bring it back.
He says, "How about something sexual?"
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I immediately say no, out of the question. I have a boyfriend. (And besides, I would never do that!!) He begins to ask to (and I quote) see my boobies. This pretty much degenerates into him saying the only way he will bring the phone back is if I "show him my boobies." "I'm gonna need to see your boobies." "The thing is, I'm really horny..."
ughhhhhhhhhh!!! I DO NOT NEED THIS RIGHT NOW!!!
He says he's in the parking lot and he's going to come inside and sit at the bar in ten minutes and call me back and we can work something out. I figure once he's inside we can grab him and get the phone back. I ask him for his name. He says Mitch F-something. He never comes inside though, and instead calls back. When he does, one of the waitresses comes by, takes the phone from me and begins telling him to "bring me my fucking phone back." Then the call transfers to my manager and she also yells at him.
He calls back. He says what they said to him was really mean, and now he's not going to bring the phone back, and he's left the parking lot. As he says this, I see a dark green compact car go past outside (I don't know if that was him, but it's likely). I beg him to come back and give me the phone. He says only if he sees my boobies. He begins to tell me to text him a picture of a nipple. I'm like YOU HAVE MY PHONE IDIOT!!!! Obviously, yeah, this guy is drunk if his logic is that fucked up. Two of the waitresses come up and say "Hey, if he wants to see boobs, hell, I'll show him mine!" I tell him this and he immediately hangs up. No more calls from him for the rest of the night (and he doesn't pick up my phone).
My manager has learned of this situation and has called the cops by now. A cop car pulls up and an officer comes and gets my story. He tries to call my number, of course the guy doesn't pick up. The officer tells me he'll file a theft report. (We both know that's not going to do shit.) He gives me the info on that and leaves.
My manager lets me go into the back and call T-Mobile to cancel my service. I also call Kevin, who I've been trying to reach all night but I didn't have his number memorized so I was stuck, and he says he'll be right over.
After that... not much more to tell. My phone is still gone. Some pervert dickwad has it, and won't give it back. And I have to buy a new SIM card and then program allllll my numbers back in, and then consider if I want to pay $200 to buy my phone again. It was the PERFECT phone for me (purple!) and I loved using it. And of course, the charms on it were from Japan (a nemurineko Hello Kitty from the temple in Nikko, and a Suica penguin one from a JR station) and I can't get those back. And Kevin had just given me a cute sticker of Iroha from IIDX that I had put on the back. All gone now.
The weirdest part? I had been texting Kevin up until this happened (part of the reason why it was out in the open on the counter, was so I could see when I got responses) but for some reason, my texts weren't going through to him until like 30-45 minutes after I sent them. Which never happens. And on my end, even though I had perfect reception, it would take two tries for the text to go through. Every time. Which, again, never happens. Only tonight.
Kevin said if he'd gotten my texts earlier, he would have been there while it happened, and it might not have happened at all.
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I'm going to try to remember as much of what happened as I can. My phone was sitting on a corner of the front desk at work (my main station), where I usually keep it because I send and receive texts from people at work to stay entertained. Around 10:30-11, a bunch of people came in, and some of them needed pool stuff, so I was busy checking all their IDs and going over the pool stand to do that. In the midst of all this, my phone disappears. I walk back over to the front desk, and immediately see that my phone is missing. I commence freaking out, searching all over for it, searching everywhere I've been, in my bag, around and inside the desk. It's nowhere. I even find and ask all the people I just checked in if they've seen it or saw anyone take it. No one did.
I try calling my phone twice from the front desk's phone. Both times it rings and no one picks up. I'm beginning to realize someone must have stolen it and walked out with it. 10 minutes later, the front desk phone rings. It's some guy who called the number that called my phone. I.e., the guy who stole my phone. He sounds fairly drunk. I tell him he has my phone and ask him if he can bring it back to Fox & Hound, thinking he'll be reasonable.
Nope. He says, "What's in it for me?" I say I'll give him $20. He says he was hoping for more. I say $50, anything, just bring it back.
He says, "How about something sexual?"
....................................
I immediately say no, out of the question. I have a boyfriend. (And besides, I would never do that!!) He begins to ask to (and I quote) see my boobies. This pretty much degenerates into him saying the only way he will bring the phone back is if I "show him my boobies." "I'm gonna need to see your boobies." "The thing is, I'm really horny..."
ughhhhhhhhhh!!! I DO NOT NEED THIS RIGHT NOW!!!
He says he's in the parking lot and he's going to come inside and sit at the bar in ten minutes and call me back and we can work something out. I figure once he's inside we can grab him and get the phone back. I ask him for his name. He says Mitch F-something. He never comes inside though, and instead calls back. When he does, one of the waitresses comes by, takes the phone from me and begins telling him to "bring me my fucking phone back." Then the call transfers to my manager and she also yells at him.
He calls back. He says what they said to him was really mean, and now he's not going to bring the phone back, and he's left the parking lot. As he says this, I see a dark green compact car go past outside (I don't know if that was him, but it's likely). I beg him to come back and give me the phone. He says only if he sees my boobies. He begins to tell me to text him a picture of a nipple. I'm like YOU HAVE MY PHONE IDIOT!!!! Obviously, yeah, this guy is drunk if his logic is that fucked up. Two of the waitresses come up and say "Hey, if he wants to see boobs, hell, I'll show him mine!" I tell him this and he immediately hangs up. No more calls from him for the rest of the night (and he doesn't pick up my phone).
My manager has learned of this situation and has called the cops by now. A cop car pulls up and an officer comes and gets my story. He tries to call my number, of course the guy doesn't pick up. The officer tells me he'll file a theft report. (We both know that's not going to do shit.) He gives me the info on that and leaves.
My manager lets me go into the back and call T-Mobile to cancel my service. I also call Kevin, who I've been trying to reach all night but I didn't have his number memorized so I was stuck, and he says he'll be right over.
After that... not much more to tell. My phone is still gone. Some pervert dickwad has it, and won't give it back. And I have to buy a new SIM card and then program allllll my numbers back in, and then consider if I want to pay $200 to buy my phone again. It was the PERFECT phone for me (purple!) and I loved using it. And of course, the charms on it were from Japan (a nemurineko Hello Kitty from the temple in Nikko, and a Suica penguin one from a JR station) and I can't get those back. And Kevin had just given me a cute sticker of Iroha from IIDX that I had put on the back. All gone now.
The weirdest part? I had been texting Kevin up until this happened (part of the reason why it was out in the open on the counter, was so I could see when I got responses) but for some reason, my texts weren't going through to him until like 30-45 minutes after I sent them. Which never happens. And on my end, even though I had perfect reception, it would take two tries for the text to go through. Every time. Which, again, never happens. Only tonight.
Kevin said if he'd gotten my texts earlier, he would have been there while it happened, and it might not have happened at all.
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