Some sleazeball jerk stole my roommate’s cell phone last night, yeah that’s right, Christmas eve Eve. He grabbed it from right in front of her, where she’d placed it, BEHIND the counter at her job.
You know? I could almost kinda see… (ALMOST people ALMOST, I don’t want anyone getting stuff stolen from them kay?). if you were to steal the phone from someone who looked prosperous, maybe in a kind of “stick it to the man, stick it to the 1%ers… they can afford it, they’re rich white people,” or whatever.
But the person you stole the phone from is a struggling 20something who works at a gas station for barely a buck above minimum wage. She just got out of an abusive marriage and is still paying for the financial fall-out and emotional fallout from that ordeal. The phone, a Samsung Galaxy S II, was really her only “luxury” and her contact with family out of state. She’s already out running around, on Christmas eve day (instead of being able to spend the day with her boyfriend wrapping presents and hanging out as she’d planned), trying to figure out how to get a loaner phone, or some such from her phone company, so she can at least make phone calls to her family on Christmas Eve. If she can’t get a reasonably priced replacement from her provider, she’ll have to spend the majority of her scant paycheck on a replacement.
And you’re a person who came to the store every day, said “hi” to her, she was friendly and polite to you and got to know you. So it’s not like you didn’t KNOW that this young lady wasn’t exactly “the man” but that you were stealing from someone on the same rung of the social ladder as you.
So “Quincy” and you KNOW who you are, though I doubt you’re intelligent enough to find your way to a website, let alone one with the caliber of the Dope, do the right thing, bring the phone back, at least let her recover her personal photos and information. (yes I know I’m talking to the air, I just needed to vent!).
I wish I could lambast this guy with a string of cleverly put together obscenities (or maybe I don’t, that’s not really “me”). But even if it were me, I’m just too heartsick for my poor little hard working roomie to be able to work up that kind of rant.
All I can think is “JERK!!! ASSHOLE!!! SLIME!!! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”.
sigh…