EL ROBO

As I was walking back from the travel agency in Alta Córdoba (our barrio) and texting the agent a message to confirm that Amanda would leave the money (for the trip to Salta and Jujuy) with her sister (who is our Spanish teacher) some SOB, B@$#@&d came up behind me and stole my phone.  Can you tell I'm still bitter, not quite over it yet? 

He drove up behind me on the sidewalk, plucked it out of my hand and drove off. I know I should have been paying attention and not texting while walking but still, I'm pissed. It seems the exact same thing has happened to everyone I talk to.  People snatch their phones while they are talking or messaging. The phone was old (I bought it in Malaysia 5 years ago) but it was MINE and I knew how it worked. 

Don't laugh-  I filed a police report. (and took a photo of it so I could post it on the blog... yes I'm lame)

  

I was more interested in seeing how the process worked than in getting actual justice- I didn't actually think anything would come of it.  There was a police station literally TWO blocks from where the guy stole my phone.  I told the cops what happened in my broken, gringo *gringa cause I'm a girl* Spanish and they let me drive around with them in the back of their truck (in case the guy was still in the area).

More than anything they were probably trying to calm the freaked out foreigner- they knew and I knew, that the guy and phone were long gone.  I'll be more careful from now on.

In the words of my Grandpa Martin,

"Shit happens"