Sunday, I got a illegal in Glendale and he, I, and Mrs. Raptor spent 10 hours doing Christmas tree lights. Every year, Mrs. Raptor goes a little crazier and buys more lights, raindeer with moving parts, etc. for our front yard. We seem to be in an annual contest with two houses across the street. (Believe me, this wasn't my idea.) Cars drive by at night and stop. I cringe when I think what the electrical bill is going to look like.

I just got Mrs. Raptor and I new Motorola cell phones with T-Mobile service. Cost a lot of Athanor's money. Sunday, I left my car in the driveway all day long, while we were working, with the phone in the hands free and the top down. We live in a nice neighborhood and I didn't give it a second thought.

Monday morning, after I left the gym, I got in my car -- no phone. I searched my car thoroughly, went home, looked for the phone and called the number with Mrs. Raptor's phone in the house, garage, front yard, bushes, back yard, etc,. I drove back to the gym, asked if anyone had turned it in, searched the parking lot, bushes, street, etc. My phone had been stolen -- in my nice quiet, safe neighborhood, right in front of my ing nose.

I called the Glendale police and asked if they could trace the location of a stolen cell phone. They said "Sure, if you're reporting a murder or kidnapping. It's expensive technology."

I walked across the street from my office to Al & Ed's and spent $300 on a new phone and had the number transferred to the new phone.

Then, at lunch, I'm driving down the road and some stupid head cuts me off so badly that I hit the brakes and the ABS kicks in. As I'm honking, screaming at him, and flipping him off, guess what slides out from under my seat and stops between my feet.

I go back to Al & Ed's and say "This is really embarassing, but I found my phone." They transfer the number back and it costs me $25 for a new sim card and they give me my check for $300 back.

That wasted 3 hours (3 hours and 15 minutes, counting this thread).

 

you didn't find my ex-wifes wedding band under there too, did ya?





(at least they let you return the phone)

 

So, in summary, the jerk who cut you off did you a favor. You should have given him a tip.

Right?

 

Well George, at least it really didn't end up being stolen from a place that you felt safe. Things like that bother me.

 

No kidding. When I lived in Camarillo, my CD player was stolen outside my apartment. I parked, ran inside for 20 minutes, and BAM! Really makes me feel violated... and not in a good way!

 

Zoe-

No wedding band, but I'll keep an eye out for it.

Bill-

Yeah, that's what everyone tells me: I should have pulled him over and thanked him. "Hey you! You just cut me off. Pull over. Thank you. Hop in and I'll buy you lunch."

Luke-

You are exactly right. That made me worry about the neighborhood. There were some kids playing in the street with little remote-controlled cars and Mrs. Raptor said "I'll bet one of them took it." Later she said "Now I feel badly that I blamed them."

 

Zoe-

Feeling violated is right. I kept calling the number, hearing my own voice on voicemail, and wondering how many calls that head was making.

 

I'm convinced I knocked the phone out of the hands free with my gym bag as I got out of the car at the gym. I was parked on the street and the curb's too high to open the passenger door. Wrestling my gym bag, a newspaper, and a change of clothes out the drivers door in what (I don't have to tell you guys) was tight quarters, I vaguely heard a klunk that didn't register. My good friend Bobby at the gym, who is a Pasadena PD, said "George, pay attention to klunks, they're telling you something."

 

Maybe RaptorsGeoMetro hid it.

Glad everything turned out ok.

 

Why do I get blamed for every ing lame thing that happens to that goofball Raptor?