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<blockquote data-quote="SweetSVT99" data-source="post: 5775722" data-attributes="member: 15"><p>So I'm at home making dinner and minding my own business when someone knocks at the door. It's an "old friend" of my girlfriend's ex, who asked her to use the phone. She lets him in and give him her phone to use, while I'm still in the kitchen getting some chicken ready to throw on the grill. She walks into the kitchen with him in tow. He stands next to the kitchen table, where my cell phone and digital camera are sitting (right on the corner of the table). He makes his calls, gives us a sob story about how his girlfriend is in jail and he needs money to get her out blah blah blah. A couple minutes go by and he leaves.</p><p></p><p>Fast forward 15 minutes or so, I'm looking for my phone to call a friend. Hmm, phone isn't on the table. Thought I left it there next to my camera? Ok, well I have a habit of setting crap down and forgetting about it, so I start looking around for it. Not in the bedroom where I just changed clothes, not in my truck, not on the living room table... Wait, those were the only places I've been in the 1/2 hour or so that I've been home. So I grab my g/f's phone, call mine. Straight to voice mail! That means it's off right? Wait, I never shut my damn phone off!! So I call it a few more times, and "James" answers. I ask him where he got it, where is "Marcus" and of course I had to ask if he's enjoying it. It is an awesome phone afterall! Oh I forgot to mention, "Marcus" is the person is the "fine citizen" and decided he needed my phone more than I do. Anyway, at first he acts as if he knows nothing about it, but after a short conversation he said "Marcus picked it up by accident" and offers to return it if I meet him at the corner of Harrison and 16th in Davenport (IA). Yep no problem, I'll be there in 10 minutes!</p><p></p><p>So I call a couple friends, and grab my....ummm....protection and head out. So I get there and to my surprise he was right where he said he was going to be. Oh wait, no he wasn't. Big surprise huh? I drive around the neighborhood looking for the minivan “Marcus” was driving, but of course I found nothing. I called around and found out where “Marcus” lives and paid a visit. Guess what!? I met “Caroline”, “Marcus’” girlfriend who supposedly was in jail. She seems nice, and wasn’t too happy with “Marcus” either. We have a short conversation, and basically all she knows is that he has not been home all day and is wanting “to know where the hell he is too”. </p><p></p><p>So I’m sitting here calling it over and over so it’s worthless to him until tomorrow morning when I can get it shut off, and drinking some “Fat Tire”…because let’s face it, I need a damn beer! It IS just a cell phone, but I hate thieves!!!!!!!!!!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="SweetSVT99, post: 5775722, member: 15"] So I'm at home making dinner and minding my own business when someone knocks at the door. It's an "old friend" of my girlfriend's ex, who asked her to use the phone. She lets him in and give him her phone to use, while I'm still in the kitchen getting some chicken ready to throw on the grill. She walks into the kitchen with him in tow. He stands next to the kitchen table, where my cell phone and digital camera are sitting (right on the corner of the table). He makes his calls, gives us a sob story about how his girlfriend is in jail and he needs money to get her out blah blah blah. A couple minutes go by and he leaves. Fast forward 15 minutes or so, I'm looking for my phone to call a friend. Hmm, phone isn't on the table. Thought I left it there next to my camera? Ok, well I have a habit of setting crap down and forgetting about it, so I start looking around for it. Not in the bedroom where I just changed clothes, not in my truck, not on the living room table... Wait, those were the only places I've been in the 1/2 hour or so that I've been home. So I grab my g/f's phone, call mine. Straight to voice mail! That means it's off right? Wait, I never shut my damn phone off!! So I call it a few more times, and "James" answers. I ask him where he got it, where is "Marcus" and of course I had to ask if he's enjoying it. It is an awesome phone afterall! Oh I forgot to mention, "Marcus" is the person is the "fine citizen" and decided he needed my phone more than I do. Anyway, at first he acts as if he knows nothing about it, but after a short conversation he said "Marcus picked it up by accident" and offers to return it if I meet him at the corner of Harrison and 16th in Davenport (IA). Yep no problem, I'll be there in 10 minutes! So I call a couple friends, and grab my....ummm....protection and head out. So I get there and to my surprise he was right where he said he was going to be. Oh wait, no he wasn't. Big surprise huh? I drive around the neighborhood looking for the minivan “Marcus” was driving, but of course I found nothing. I called around and found out where “Marcus” lives and paid a visit. Guess what!? I met “Caroline”, “Marcus’” girlfriend who supposedly was in jail. She seems nice, and wasn’t too happy with “Marcus” either. We have a short conversation, and basically all she knows is that he has not been home all day and is wanting “to know where the hell he is too”. So I’m sitting here calling it over and over so it’s worthless to him until tomorrow morning when I can get it shut off, and drinking some “Fat Tire”…because let’s face it, I need a damn beer! It IS just a cell phone, but I hate thieves!!!!!!!!!! [/QUOTE]
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