Good Day, Bad Day
Yesterday, Dan and I both had work and afterward, decided that we would go over to his uncle's in my car, to take care of the dogs while the family was away, giving them food and making sure the poor arthritic dog, the eldest, drank some water. We had a bit of fun while we were there and quite happy. And then, instead of going to Orbit Squared to rent anime we decided to spend our money on more physically taxing activities at the arcade just down the way.
Dan played one round of DDR and could sustain no more and we both played a game related to DDR -BeatMania I believe it's called- that involves hand movement. Anyway, I had set my purse down on the DDR machine whilst we played those Konami games and followed it up with a game of pool. At first I was so entirely rusty I was embarrassed. But once I got my head into the game, I got better. Dan asked me if I wanted him to stop throwing the game after a bit and I was insulted to think that he was doing that on my account. I told him yes and he upped the anty more by harrassing me, getting into my line of view and such rather than seeming to improve greatly in shooting. But then again, he may just be that good in gauging just how much he can initially downplay his ability to play. It came very close as I caught up but with the 8-ball ready to be shot into the corner pocket, it was hard for Dan not to make it. We would have played another game had I not decided to bring my purse to where I wished to wait. And that's when I made a terrible discovery.
I looked everywhere for that red, plaid mini-backpack that I had become so attached to. But it was not where I had put it and Dan and I searched the arcade and asked the man working there if he had seen it. It had been stolen. Someone, while Dan and I played pool, walked off with it. I panicked, bemoaning my mistake and frantically searched and searched again. Dan and I asked people nearby to keep a lookout and I took off going from store to store in the center, asking employees and some patrons if they had seen anyone carrying a red, plaid mini-backpack. I went all the way up to the Stater Brother's beyond the Burger King with no luck. I walked a bit further to see if there were any stores I could look into but noted nothing worth checking out. As I headed in that direction and came into that knowledge, a woman in a mini-van asked me if I was looking for someone and I told her what happened and she seemed to sympathize, though she had seen nothing.
I walked and half jogged back to the arcade, combing it over again and found Dan walking with Natasha. She was at the meeting at Orbit Squared -the first store I had gone to to ask if anyone had seen my purse. But she only thought it was me. She did not realize that it was me until she had seen who she thought to be Dan and discovered to be Dan later, when he called upon recognizing her vehicle. Dan, I was told, was hysterical and worried that the person that had taken my purse had used it as a lure to kidnap me. Once the two of us were consoled by one another's presence we split, deciding that he and Natasha would search the trashcans while I went to the Chinese restaurant to ask one of the employees that spoke and understood English quite well to come with me to talk with the employee at the arcade since he only really spoke and understood Chinese. The young woman who could not have been much older than myself, if that, was among the first of those employed in the center to know of my plight and did what she could to help, accepting my name, a phone number at which I might be reached and description of the lost bag, later coming with me to the arcade.
Already aware of what I wished to know, she explained in short time that I had lost a purse, was looking for it and wanted to know if I could review the security feed to see if the person that took it might be vaguely seen with it. The clerk replied to her that he was new, that it was his first day and that the person to ask would be his boss. He called his boss and the woman explained to him on the phone what was going on in Chinese and told me that the owner doubted that anyone could be clearly made out and that the recorder was turned on. I thanked her and we parted ways.
There were really only a couple of things left to do: Call my mom to let her know what happened and file a report with the local police. Using Dan's cell phone, as mine was in my stolen purse, I tearfully explained what happened and threatened to hang up on my mother when she began to criticize me. She was not happy that there was a delay in my contacting the local authorities and as soon as she had decided to prepare to come out to pick me and the car up, I set to going with Natasha to the police station just a mile or two away. I asked that Dan remain with the car since the keys were in my purse and there was the threat of it being stolen as well.
A report was filed and I was told that with the confirmation slip, I could drive the car home. It was the last of the things to be done that night aside from flagging my credit card, the major crediting companies, my check card and missing checks and waiting for my mother to come and pick me up. And when she finally did and began to speak to me about the matter at hand, Dan was about to jump out of Natasha's vehicle and smack my mother for the grief he perceived her to be giving me.
When I got home, I cleaned out just about all that I had in the car, knowing that it was quite likely that I would not be allowed to drive the car after this and brought it inside, preparing for what had to be done the following day -take the bus to the DMV, the Social Security office (I had a card in there b/c I'd been job hunting and never took it out), figure out how to acquire replacement keys for the car, etc.
Poor Dan, in all of this, had to endure my mother and hearing my point of view of what I had to endure, being worried and feeling like he'd failed me by not watching my purse himself or thinking to take some preventitive measure. To be honest, considering all of that and more, I feel him to be a hero. Oh if only medals and the same regard/honor one receives for exceptional military service and the like, were offered to people who perservere the way Dan has in this relationship.
Dan... to you I "show respect" and say "hip hip, Huzzah!hip hip, Huzzah!hip hip, Huzzah!"
Dan played one round of DDR and could sustain no more and we both played a game related to DDR -BeatMania I believe it's called- that involves hand movement. Anyway, I had set my purse down on the DDR machine whilst we played those Konami games and followed it up with a game of pool. At first I was so entirely rusty I was embarrassed. But once I got my head into the game, I got better. Dan asked me if I wanted him to stop throwing the game after a bit and I was insulted to think that he was doing that on my account. I told him yes and he upped the anty more by harrassing me, getting into my line of view and such rather than seeming to improve greatly in shooting. But then again, he may just be that good in gauging just how much he can initially downplay his ability to play. It came very close as I caught up but with the 8-ball ready to be shot into the corner pocket, it was hard for Dan not to make it. We would have played another game had I not decided to bring my purse to where I wished to wait. And that's when I made a terrible discovery.
I looked everywhere for that red, plaid mini-backpack that I had become so attached to. But it was not where I had put it and Dan and I searched the arcade and asked the man working there if he had seen it. It had been stolen. Someone, while Dan and I played pool, walked off with it. I panicked, bemoaning my mistake and frantically searched and searched again. Dan and I asked people nearby to keep a lookout and I took off going from store to store in the center, asking employees and some patrons if they had seen anyone carrying a red, plaid mini-backpack. I went all the way up to the Stater Brother's beyond the Burger King with no luck. I walked a bit further to see if there were any stores I could look into but noted nothing worth checking out. As I headed in that direction and came into that knowledge, a woman in a mini-van asked me if I was looking for someone and I told her what happened and she seemed to sympathize, though she had seen nothing.
I walked and half jogged back to the arcade, combing it over again and found Dan walking with Natasha. She was at the meeting at Orbit Squared -the first store I had gone to to ask if anyone had seen my purse. But she only thought it was me. She did not realize that it was me until she had seen who she thought to be Dan and discovered to be Dan later, when he called upon recognizing her vehicle. Dan, I was told, was hysterical and worried that the person that had taken my purse had used it as a lure to kidnap me. Once the two of us were consoled by one another's presence we split, deciding that he and Natasha would search the trashcans while I went to the Chinese restaurant to ask one of the employees that spoke and understood English quite well to come with me to talk with the employee at the arcade since he only really spoke and understood Chinese. The young woman who could not have been much older than myself, if that, was among the first of those employed in the center to know of my plight and did what she could to help, accepting my name, a phone number at which I might be reached and description of the lost bag, later coming with me to the arcade.
Already aware of what I wished to know, she explained in short time that I had lost a purse, was looking for it and wanted to know if I could review the security feed to see if the person that took it might be vaguely seen with it. The clerk replied to her that he was new, that it was his first day and that the person to ask would be his boss. He called his boss and the woman explained to him on the phone what was going on in Chinese and told me that the owner doubted that anyone could be clearly made out and that the recorder was turned on. I thanked her and we parted ways.
There were really only a couple of things left to do: Call my mom to let her know what happened and file a report with the local police. Using Dan's cell phone, as mine was in my stolen purse, I tearfully explained what happened and threatened to hang up on my mother when she began to criticize me. She was not happy that there was a delay in my contacting the local authorities and as soon as she had decided to prepare to come out to pick me and the car up, I set to going with Natasha to the police station just a mile or two away. I asked that Dan remain with the car since the keys were in my purse and there was the threat of it being stolen as well.
A report was filed and I was told that with the confirmation slip, I could drive the car home. It was the last of the things to be done that night aside from flagging my credit card, the major crediting companies, my check card and missing checks and waiting for my mother to come and pick me up. And when she finally did and began to speak to me about the matter at hand, Dan was about to jump out of Natasha's vehicle and smack my mother for the grief he perceived her to be giving me.
When I got home, I cleaned out just about all that I had in the car, knowing that it was quite likely that I would not be allowed to drive the car after this and brought it inside, preparing for what had to be done the following day -take the bus to the DMV, the Social Security office (I had a card in there b/c I'd been job hunting and never took it out), figure out how to acquire replacement keys for the car, etc.
Poor Dan, in all of this, had to endure my mother and hearing my point of view of what I had to endure, being worried and feeling like he'd failed me by not watching my purse himself or thinking to take some preventitive measure. To be honest, considering all of that and more, I feel him to be a hero. Oh if only medals and the same regard/honor one receives for exceptional military service and the like, were offered to people who perservere the way Dan has in this relationship.
Dan... to you I "show respect" and say "hip hip, Huzzah!hip hip, Huzzah!hip hip, Huzzah!"