Bad boys, whatcha gonna do?
Jun. 17th, 2003 10:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpToday was a very action-packed day. I am on a caffiene buzz, but that's nothing compared to the rest of the day that started out very blah. Jen and I woke up very tired, and neither of us wanted to get out of bed. She finally crawled out and got ready for work, and I needed the bunny to motivate myself up. I went to work and, as usual, no one wanted to see me. I ate some nasty ice cream (lemon merangue). Nothing out of the ordinary.
At 1:00, I met Jennifer at the landlord's to sign our new lease and pay the deposit. When we were finished, I was walking her to her car. She gave me a hug and we were idly chatting, and this young guy walked past us. He turned around and came back and asked me if I knew where Summit Street was. So I started telling him, and he grabbed my wallet and keys (they're attached) out of my hand, said, "Thank you!" and ran.
Yes. He said, "Thank you."
So Jen starts running after him, until he ducks into my landlord's driveway, hops on a pickup truck, and jumps a fence. Jen yells, "Son of a bitch" into the air while I call 911 and give (I think) a damned good description of the turd who took my wallet. My landlord's assistant comes out and we tell her what happened, and she makes a quick call and arranges for someone to change my apartment lock (since my ID with my address was attached to my key). In some miraculous feat of competence, police cars begin driving by and the helicopter starts circling. After about 6 minutes, CPD calls me back to tell me they have a suspect and I need to identify him. An officer comes and picks Jen and I up.
We go to the alley (Wall Street) near Clark Place and there are a billion police cars. They ask my last name and what my wallet looks like, and they ask me if it's the guy. I see a guy, but he's wearing a different shirt. So I tell them it looks like him, but my guy was wearing a long sleeved shirt. They tell me he had a long sleeved shirt but he took it off. They showed me the shirt. I was like, "I'm not 100% sure about the guy, but /that's/ the shirt." So we tell our story a million times, and then the police tell me that there are two witnesses who need to ID the guy. Come to find out, these two guys happened to see the suspect throwing my wallet into a dumpster.
They ID the guy, and when he gets closer, we ID the guy. My wallet is produced, and I give them a list of everything in it, and it's obviously mine. They take pictures, and then they take more statements, and they bring the guy closer because they're cuffing him and transfering him to another car. At this point, I decide to make eye contact with him. INTENSE. I stare at him, and he stares at me, and there is absolutely no doubt it is him, because he looks at me with total contempt and then shakes his head. Dumbass.
The Robbery Detective (Detective Junk, no joke) comes and takes another report, and takes pictures of my license and my credit cards, and then gives me my stuff back. My friend the wallet thief, who got nothing because I don't ever have cash in my wallet, will now be charged with Grand Theft - a Felony 4. (It's not Agg. Robbery - a Felony 3 - because he didn't push me or hit me or have a weapon.) Idiot.
So my half hour lunch break took three hours. And I had to pee so badly, because I forgot to go before I left. But I will never carry my wallet like that again, and I don't know how long I'll keep my keys attached to my wallet. But once I got back to work, things were nutty because I'd been gone so long. On top of that, I had to call the squad for a sick guy and convince him to go to a nursing home after, and then two guys got put out for fighting, and then everyone wanted to talk to me, so I didn't leave until after 7. By the time I crawled to Jen's, she offered to take me to Crap CityTM, and I agreed.
But then, in the Crap CityTM parking lot, I got a call for a job interview. A woman who used to work at my job (and now works elsewhere) offered to forward resumes, and I guess she gave me a good introduction. Right now I'm pretty picky about jobs (I want my current salary, I require LISW supervision, they have to be cool with my appearance, etc.), but we'll see what happens. :)
At 1:00, I met Jennifer at the landlord's to sign our new lease and pay the deposit. When we were finished, I was walking her to her car. She gave me a hug and we were idly chatting, and this young guy walked past us. He turned around and came back and asked me if I knew where Summit Street was. So I started telling him, and he grabbed my wallet and keys (they're attached) out of my hand, said, "Thank you!" and ran.
Yes. He said, "Thank you."
So Jen starts running after him, until he ducks into my landlord's driveway, hops on a pickup truck, and jumps a fence. Jen yells, "Son of a bitch" into the air while I call 911 and give (I think) a damned good description of the turd who took my wallet. My landlord's assistant comes out and we tell her what happened, and she makes a quick call and arranges for someone to change my apartment lock (since my ID with my address was attached to my key). In some miraculous feat of competence, police cars begin driving by and the helicopter starts circling. After about 6 minutes, CPD calls me back to tell me they have a suspect and I need to identify him. An officer comes and picks Jen and I up.
We go to the alley (Wall Street) near Clark Place and there are a billion police cars. They ask my last name and what my wallet looks like, and they ask me if it's the guy. I see a guy, but he's wearing a different shirt. So I tell them it looks like him, but my guy was wearing a long sleeved shirt. They tell me he had a long sleeved shirt but he took it off. They showed me the shirt. I was like, "I'm not 100% sure about the guy, but /that's/ the shirt." So we tell our story a million times, and then the police tell me that there are two witnesses who need to ID the guy. Come to find out, these two guys happened to see the suspect throwing my wallet into a dumpster.
They ID the guy, and when he gets closer, we ID the guy. My wallet is produced, and I give them a list of everything in it, and it's obviously mine. They take pictures, and then they take more statements, and they bring the guy closer because they're cuffing him and transfering him to another car. At this point, I decide to make eye contact with him. INTENSE. I stare at him, and he stares at me, and there is absolutely no doubt it is him, because he looks at me with total contempt and then shakes his head. Dumbass.
The Robbery Detective (Detective Junk, no joke) comes and takes another report, and takes pictures of my license and my credit cards, and then gives me my stuff back. My friend the wallet thief, who got nothing because I don't ever have cash in my wallet, will now be charged with Grand Theft - a Felony 4. (It's not Agg. Robbery - a Felony 3 - because he didn't push me or hit me or have a weapon.) Idiot.
So my half hour lunch break took three hours. And I had to pee so badly, because I forgot to go before I left. But I will never carry my wallet like that again, and I don't know how long I'll keep my keys attached to my wallet. But once I got back to work, things were nutty because I'd been gone so long. On top of that, I had to call the squad for a sick guy and convince him to go to a nursing home after, and then two guys got put out for fighting, and then everyone wanted to talk to me, so I didn't leave until after 7. By the time I crawled to Jen's, she offered to take me to Crap CityTM, and I agreed.
But then, in the Crap CityTM parking lot, I got a call for a job interview. A woman who used to work at my job (and now works elsewhere) offered to forward resumes, and I guess she gave me a good introduction. Right now I'm pretty picky about jobs (I want my current salary, I require LISW supervision, they have to be cool with my appearance, etc.), but we'll see what happens. :)
