Oh, I’m Sorry Thief

I was raised to be polite. To have social skills. Etiquette was a requirement, not an option.

Yes ma’am.

Yes sir.

Excuse me.

Curtsying.

A month or so ago my husband and I were in New York City. We have been there a million times. I feel safe in New York City. I mean I would avoid dark alleys in neighborhoods I’m not familiar with at midnight, but I’m not an idiot.

Grand Central Terminal is iconic and not only does this photo not do it justice, I’ve never seen it so empty. Just sayin’

We had brunch with my son and his fiancee, then had to rush to get to Grand Central in time to catch our train home. We lucked out hailing a cab almost immediately.

God forbid I spend 5 minutes without grabbing my  iPhone to check every app I have and text my son thanks, we had a great time (there goes that etiquette again).

The cab pulls up in front of Grand Central while I’m texting something like “At GCT gotta go.” I shove the phone in the outside pocket of my bag, jump out of the cab, and dash across 42nd Street.

 

Tons of people were doing the NYC combination of rushing by, milling around, taking photos, speaking 400 languages and being lost. Navigating this crowd like a quarterback looking for an opening, I felt someone bump into me.

“Oh I’m sorry.”

We made the train with a few minutes to spare, and I reached for my phone.

No phone.

I searched the pockets of my purse. No phone.

I asked my husband if he had my phone (why on earth would he have my phone?). He gave me that you lose everything look  He said “No, check your bag again.”

Then I remembered being jostled just before I entered Grand Central.

And apologizing to the thief that stole my phone.

Ever polite.

 

 

 

About Barb Knowles

The things that are important to me are family, friends, teaching, writing, languages and using my sense of humor to navigate this crazy world. Please join me on this blogging adventure...
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15 Responses to Oh, I’m Sorry Thief

  1. Ugh; that’s awful, Barb. One reason I tend to avoid big cities. But as usual, you are able to put a positive/funny spin on things.

    Great to have you posting again! I was thrilled when I saw this post show up in the feed! 🙂

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  2. This is awful Barb.
    The girls at darts are still laughing at my mobile. It’s 20 odd years old and does nothing but make/receive calls and text messages. The screen’s cracked and it doesn’t hold its battery charge for longer than 3 days now. Works for me!
    I’ve got a note of all the important numbers though.

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  3. Carrie Rubin says:

    Oh no! So sorry to hear it. I hope you had everything backed up. Such a frustrating—and costly—loss for you.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Ann Coleman says:

    I’m so sorry, Barb! I hope this doesn’t cause you too much trouble. But I have to say, you are such a good writer that you make getting your phone stolen actually a funny post….

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  5. Paul says:

    Oh no! I hope you had someone text your phone to say, “She’s not sorry anymore.” That’s wild. Sounds like something out of a TV show really.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Almost Iowa says:

    Sorry to hear about that. I hope you had lock put on your number immediately.

    Liked by 1 person

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