Wednesday, July 22, 2009
GRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!! Even though today wasn't particularly great, I made it to Bollywood class (despite the random torrential downpour) and was excited to get dance-y and sweaty. I got to class early so I hung out in the room next to the Texas Union Ballroom (where the class is held). This room has oodles of couches/chairs, and I was sitting in a chair flipping through a magazine and playing with my phone. When I noticed people going in for class, I gathered my things and walked the 10 steps to the Ballroom. Immediately I checked my purse for my phone and realized I didn't have it so I walked back into the chair room. I saw this guy walk away, he had been sitting somewhat near me. As soon as he walked past me i thought, "That guy could've stolen my phone." Call it gut instinct because sure enough, my phone was nowhere to be found. I turned around to find the guy, ran down the hall and outside, but to no avail. That asshole was GONE.
Le sigh. I keep telling myself that it's just a phone, and thank God it wasn't my purse or wallet or whatever. But this is the SECOND time my phone's been lost/stolen in the last 9 months. And what about phone karma?? Once, I found a cell phone in the park across the street from my apartment complex and went out of my way to call the people in the phone to find the owner. I mean, I'm a NICE person!! Why do my phones keep getting stolen??
Despite a SUPER fun class, I couldn't help but cry on the way home. Cry and think, "Why me?"
Posted by The Depressed Yogi at 8:48 PM