I stopped at the market on the way home.
Convenient dinner of rotisserie chicken and sides. We needed coffee anyway. Can’t wake up tomorrow and face my commute without my commuter cup full of the steaming hot brew.
I had two options in mind for markets. The big one by the freeway. Or the one a bit more out of the way. The one by the freeway is bigger and has a good selection. But it’s also not the most favorable, security wise. There are more street urchins hanging around. And on a busy street.
But I was aching to get home and wanted the quicker stop. No big deal. This is my town. Nothing to be afraid of, really.
I quickly made my way through the market. And pushed my cart up to the checkout line. Began unloading my groceries onto the conveyor belt. That little voice inside that said, watch your purse, Lex, made me pause. I looked around. Saw no one. Quickly began to unload while glancing at my purse in the front of the cart every few seconds.
A man came up and tried to get by me. I looked at him, with my purse still within my sight and reach. He called out a name. As though he was chasing down his kid.
But I didn’t see a kid. That seemed kind of shady. I checked my purse again. My wallet was still there as was my checkbook. Maybe the man took off with a box of sudafed in his pocket.
What I didn’t realize until I got to my car, was that my phone had been right there in my purse. And now it was gone.
Ugh. Why didn’t I go to the other store? Why didn’t I keep my purse on me instead of in the cart? Why did I leave my phone in plain view?
Something in my gut was warning me about each of these things.
Now my phone was gone. Including my many photos of my family.
Thankfully, I had backed up quite a few. But recent ones are gone.
Changed passwords to everything now. Called to cancel the phone. And managed to order a new one by using an upgrade on another line because apparently the coverage on mine didn’t cover theft or loss.
Will fill out a police report tomorrow.
Learn from my mistake. Don’t leave yourself exposed to possible theft. Maybe the guy was homeless or down on his luck. He saw an opportunity and took it. Maybe he feels terrible. Maybe he doesn’t.
He may have spoiled my evening, and caused a terrible inconvenience. But, he didn’t take my joy.
I’m here writing this post, lying next to the love of my life. My partner in all things. Who rather than blame me for being careless, or get angry at what happened, stepped up and called Sprint to take care of replacing my phone. While I took care of dinner and nursed the babies.
So, dear thief, you have my phone. But I have gratitude for how Marco and I handle these things together.
Still, what a douchebag!