This story about a stolen Sidekick phone has been making the rounds on the net. It’s both hilarious and anger-inducing, especially if you’ve ever had anything stolen from you. If you have been a victim, you’ll probably appreciate this guy’s quest to get the stolen item back and bring shame to the thieves.
Basically, this guy’s friend left her Sidekick in a taxi. She immediately sent a message to the phone offering a reward to whoever found it. The people (unclear who actually found it) in possession of it instead chose to use it. Evan, the guy with the site, was able to help his friend track down who had it and things go downhill from there with changing stories, chatspeak, incomprehensible grammar, and other excitements.
Nothing pisses me off more than the mindset that somehow you (well, not any of you, but where you=a thief) are entitled to my property. I’ve been directly or indirectly been involved in three car break-ins, not to mention had my wallet stolen twice. Each time, the sickening feeling violation have been overwhelming. That’s MY CD player. MY camera. MY wallet. MY cellphone. MY CDs. MINE. Did you walk into a store and buy it? Did someone give it to you as a gift? No? Then it’s not yours.
Granted, there is a bit of difference between someone breaking into my car or taking my wallet out of my purse. That’s just blatantly stealing my property. However, there’s a difference between finding an anonymous $20 on the street and finding an item where the rightful owner can be easily identified.
If you have some time, read the whole story and see if you don’t get a little rise of righteous indignantion mixed wth pride for the victim that struck back.
June 10th, 2006 at 9:45 am
Yeah, I remember feeling none too happy when my credit card bill and bank statement were both stolen from my mailbox and the numbers were subsequently used to pay someone else’s bills. What a mess that all turned out to be.