Well, a little is better than nothing...
Okay, so an update on the stolen purse.
Got a call from the police today, saying that a few of my things had been found and turned in, and I can come by to pick them up. I get there, and what they have of mine is a little stack of things from one small pocket of my wallet: my debit card (now useless, seeing as I changed my accounts over), my Barnes and Noble member card, a photo of an old friend of mine, and a couple other rewards cards. Interestingly enough, my Panera card, which was right there with those in my wallet, was conspicuously missing. So... I guess they want my free pastries, but don't want to try messing with my bank account via plastic. Go figure.
They were turned in by the recycling guy (seriously, that's what the clerk told me), and he'd found them not far from where the theft had occurred, so chances are they just dumped my purse and things in the trash after taking what they wanted. Weirder still? That little stack of things that was found? That's EXACTLY how they were found, apparently. In a perfect, neat little stack. So, not only do I get victimized by thieves, I get victimized by OCD thieves, it would seem.
Yeah, I'm at about as much of a loss as you guys are on this one. But, hey, getting a little bit back is more than I'd hoped for. Too bad it wasn't, say, my driver's license and such, but it's better than nothing. Who knows? Maybe someone will find my ocarina next.
Got a call from the police today, saying that a few of my things had been found and turned in, and I can come by to pick them up. I get there, and what they have of mine is a little stack of things from one small pocket of my wallet: my debit card (now useless, seeing as I changed my accounts over), my Barnes and Noble member card, a photo of an old friend of mine, and a couple other rewards cards. Interestingly enough, my Panera card, which was right there with those in my wallet, was conspicuously missing. So... I guess they want my free pastries, but don't want to try messing with my bank account via plastic. Go figure.
They were turned in by the recycling guy (seriously, that's what the clerk told me), and he'd found them not far from where the theft had occurred, so chances are they just dumped my purse and things in the trash after taking what they wanted. Weirder still? That little stack of things that was found? That's EXACTLY how they were found, apparently. In a perfect, neat little stack. So, not only do I get victimized by thieves, I get victimized by OCD thieves, it would seem.
Yeah, I'm at about as much of a loss as you guys are on this one. But, hey, getting a little bit back is more than I'd hoped for. Too bad it wasn't, say, my driver's license and such, but it's better than nothing. Who knows? Maybe someone will find my ocarina next.