A trip would not be
complete without it’s set of challenges.
This normally includes a flight delay, a delay getting to the airport, a
missed connection, or any number of things.
Mine was special this
time. It involved a very friendly
man, who, apparently, I’m going to have to just assume, because we didn’t get
to chat much, but apparently can’t find a job, or perhaps he has one, but it
doesn’t pay very much. I could go
on and make up a whole background for him, but this really isn’t about him. It’s about me, let’s be honest.
I have the pleasure of
being a server in New York City.
This has perks because I need my days free for auditioning, and this
allows me to do it. Okay. So, I guess it has A perk. I kid, I kid. I’m grateful for my job. Anyway, along with being able to have my days free, does
come the challenge of working late at night, and then, well, getting home on
public transportation late at night.
I work on the upper west side, which is a very nice area, and I live on the
upper east side, so I just take the cross town bus to and from work.
On Monday night, August
27th, I left work around 12:15 or something like that. Maybe 12:30. I have a ten block walk to the bus, so I made a phone call
on my way to the bus stop. I talked
the whole way there, and when I was about 2 blocks away, I saw my bus come and
go, so I knew I was going to be waiting about 45 minutes for the next one. I sat down, continued my conversation
for the next 30 minutes or so, then hung up. The bus wasn’t there yet, so I just started to look through
instagram on my phone. All of a
sudden, someone runs up to me, grabs my phone out of my hand, and keeps
running. Now, he did it so fast,
that at first I thought it must have been someone that I knew and they were
playing a joke on me. Then, I
quickly realized I didn’t know this person at all, and they really just grabbed
my phone right out of my hand and ran away. I stood up, yelled some frustrations toward him as he ran
into the night and rounded the corner.
My first instinct was to rush after him and yell at him to tell him to
1. Pick on someone his own size or hey, even better 2. GET A JOB AND BUY YOUR
OWN STUFF. Now, all of this would
have felt violating and annoying and been a pain in the butt on it's own, but, to
add icing on the cake, I was going on vacation a day later.
T-mobile has a policy
where they don’t let you get a new phone in the store when that happens. You have to get it shipped, so I had to
go with no phone. I did have it
shipped where I was going. I had
insurance, but they did charge a $130 deductible. So, basically the nice man, who clearly needed a phone more
than I did, stole $130 from me.
Obviously it could have
been worse. He could have taken my
bag with my ID, debit card, and paychecks inside. Or, he could have hurt me in some way, and he didn’t, so I
am grateful for that.
I received my new phone,
it’s shiny and new. It all worked
out. Fortunately I do have a job,
so I have the ability to get a new one, and unfortunately for him, we all reap
what we sow.
I do know I can’t walk
around in fear and trembling hoping nothing bad ever happens. I’m protected.
Another slippery step,
another adventure in this thing called life.
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