Ninja Looted

So some punk as bastard kid stole my phone.

Fuckers.

See, after school, I pulled my purse out of the desk drawer to get ready to go home, then the band director distracted me for like an hour. Meanwhile, the choir room door is wide open with my purse sitting on the desk. Luckily they didn't take my keys and credit cards, and I had the 2 dollars in cash that had in my pocket.

I notice it's missing when I get in my car, and not remembering back to 6am waonder if it's at home. I check here, have Nagi call it, I don't hear it vibrate. So off I got, fighting rush hour traffic to get to Verizon before the little bastards could eat minutes.

I get there, tell them my sob story, and they put me through the fiasco of my Dad being the account holder, so I have to get his permission and stuff. I call him (from their phone) and tell him what happened, and he tells them that it's ok to suspend my line. I then pick out the pretty pick razr, because the cheapest phone they had was $200, which was the phone that got stolen. For $220 I could have gotten the razr. I told the lady to give me that, then she says hold on, let me see if I can do something. She goes in the back pulls out some old Samsung something or other that they were going to donate, charges it, activates it, and gives it to me. Woo. Free phone. It will last until my contract is up and/or I bite the bullet and sign a new contract in April. Thank you Stephanie, my bank account an I love you...not that you'd ever read this.

That's the story for the day. I'm going to go drink. A lot...