okay, so i had my phone stolen last night
i posted here and on craigslist immediately, and put up a sign at the coffee shop where i left it, but didn't really hold much hope in any of those avenues. once my lady got home with her
phone, i started calling it repeatedly until finally someone answered.
dude: well, little lady, posession is nine tenths of the law, and i have your phone right now. the ball's in your court.
me: what the hell do you want?
dude: well, i'm just a guy in a financial bind....
me: WHAT DO YOU WANT?
dude: 50 bucks
me: deal. meet me at the cafe where you found it.
my roommate rebecca, who heard this exchange, says that no fucking way are we giving him any money. i figure that although i don't want to give anything to a theif and petty extortionist, i really need my phone and it's cheaper than replacing it, as it's not insured. but if we're not going to give him the money, we need to call the police BEFORE we get to the cafe, which is of course what we should have done.
instead, he shows up and gives me his sob story about how he's unemployed and supporting two women and a baby at home. (?) i tell him i don't feel very inspired to hand him a wad of bills, and he says, "okay, let's go right now," posturing like he's going to fight me, my two roommates, my greyhound, and the waiter who's watching this all go down. i give him a "you can't be for real" look, and he asks if we're seriously
not going to give him the money. i'm ready to tell him he can have the money and that he's a shitty shitty person, but rebecca is pissed by this point, and says, "that's right, we're seriously
not giving you anything". at which point he slams the phone into the ground and walks away.
surprisingly enough, my phone still works (thank you samsung) although the screen is 100% fucked.
so there's my advice for the day: either pay the asshole off, or get him busted, but don't try anything inbetween.