So my mother-in-law was also a cell phone crime wave victim. Unfortunately for her there was no gun-toting good Samaritan to save her phones. However, although my mother-in-law is a certified scaredy cat of things like, oh say escalators, she apparently has no problem calling up her cell phone thief to chew him out. It goes something like this... Thief: Hello? MIL: Hey, this is my phone! Thief: No, this is my phone. Wrong number! MIL: NO, you STOLE it, this is my phone and the police have your picture and are coming for you!
( A lie surely, but I give her props for thinking on her feet)
Thief: Whatever, I am already halfway to Barranca! MIL: They are coming for you!
OH, but there is more... undeterred my mother-in-law calls back...
Thief: Hello? MIL: This is my phone and I need it, it has all my phone numbers programmed in. Thief: Well, uh, get out a pen and paper and start writing...
I'm not sure what actually happened after this because apparently no one can get through this part of the story without dissolving into laughter, Arnold included, and since Nydia still has her c-section stitches, laughter is a no-go zone.
Also, in completely unrelated news, I ran 2 mi in 25 minutes yesterday. I ROCK! My goal is to run a mile in 10 minutes, I'll let you know when I get there.... it might not be until 2008.