Rat bastards
Sorry for the language.
My purse was stolen.
After being on the verge of tears all day at school I decided to head off to the nearest Starbucks with some friends, Karen and Elissa. We enjoyed a nice, gossip-filled drive there and then settled in with our grande frappulattemochaccinos (or whatever, you know, it's Starbucks) and had ourselves a nice long chat. It was great-we'd scored some primo comfy chairs and spent about two hours just hanging out. I text-messaged Pak Supardi, our driver, to pick us up and leaned over to grab my purse, which had been right up next to me.
It was gone.
We looked everywhere-under the chairs and the tables, each about ten times. Nothing.
My bag was gone, and with it my ATM card, my Mastercard, my favorite lip gloss, the only pair of sunglasses I've ever owned that don't make me look like a massive tool, my Nebraska driver's license and my iPod.
The wonderful baristas at Starbucks helped me call my bank here and cancel my account and then took a detailed report of what was in my bag so they could report it to the police. Elissa is Indonesian, so she was able to help out with translating anything I didn't understand. She and Karen both hugged me and my very worried driver informed me that I would NOT be going to this Starbucks without Mr. Travis again.
I got home and cancelled my credit card, and thankfully I'll be home to get the new one in the mail in a week. Also, thankfully, there was nothing in my bank account here as we'd transferred everything to Travis's for travel purposes. I had about Rp 70,000 in my wallet, which works out to be about $7, and my Nebraska driver's license expires in two weeks anyway. Our passports and KITAS cards (like green cards back home, our residency cards), police registration cards and immigration books are with the school and we're getting them back tomorrow morning, so thank God we didn't have to deal with those being gone, too-a day before we come home.
Those guys were GOOD. Karen and I had our backs to the two guys we assume stole it, and Elissa was facing them. They were pretty sneaky, because none of us noticed anything. I'm mad at myself for being that stupid, for not having my bag on my lap or between my feet or something, but it really wasn't that much further away. Lesson learned, I guess.
It could've been worse, a LOT worse.
But it still sucks. Rat bastards.
My purse was stolen.
After being on the verge of tears all day at school I decided to head off to the nearest Starbucks with some friends, Karen and Elissa. We enjoyed a nice, gossip-filled drive there and then settled in with our grande frappulattemochaccinos (or whatever, you know, it's Starbucks) and had ourselves a nice long chat. It was great-we'd scored some primo comfy chairs and spent about two hours just hanging out. I text-messaged Pak Supardi, our driver, to pick us up and leaned over to grab my purse, which had been right up next to me.
It was gone.
We looked everywhere-under the chairs and the tables, each about ten times. Nothing.
My bag was gone, and with it my ATM card, my Mastercard, my favorite lip gloss, the only pair of sunglasses I've ever owned that don't make me look like a massive tool, my Nebraska driver's license and my iPod.
The wonderful baristas at Starbucks helped me call my bank here and cancel my account and then took a detailed report of what was in my bag so they could report it to the police. Elissa is Indonesian, so she was able to help out with translating anything I didn't understand. She and Karen both hugged me and my very worried driver informed me that I would NOT be going to this Starbucks without Mr. Travis again.
I got home and cancelled my credit card, and thankfully I'll be home to get the new one in the mail in a week. Also, thankfully, there was nothing in my bank account here as we'd transferred everything to Travis's for travel purposes. I had about Rp 70,000 in my wallet, which works out to be about $7, and my Nebraska driver's license expires in two weeks anyway. Our passports and KITAS cards (like green cards back home, our residency cards), police registration cards and immigration books are with the school and we're getting them back tomorrow morning, so thank God we didn't have to deal with those being gone, too-a day before we come home.
Those guys were GOOD. Karen and I had our backs to the two guys we assume stole it, and Elissa was facing them. They were pretty sneaky, because none of us noticed anything. I'm mad at myself for being that stupid, for not having my bag on my lap or between my feet or something, but it really wasn't that much further away. Lesson learned, I guess.
It could've been worse, a LOT worse.
But it still sucks. Rat bastards.
posted by Erin @ 8:15 AM
1 Comments:
At Thursday, June 22, 2006 4:19:00 PM,
Lauren said…
invasion of thieves seems to be a reoccuring theme worldwide, eh? a trope of our existence. or the bane of, anyway.
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