And now I have to go get my fingerprints taken by the police
On friday- which was one hell of a day, by the way, both socially and mentally for me- we were dropping off a friend and decided to say hello to her parents. It was roundabouts 11:30 PM, and, since we were only going to be there for a few minutes, I didn’t think twice about leaving my wallet in the car. Which was totally stupid, y’know, because of the fucking ridiculous amount of delinquency in this country. In any case, when we went back outside, I noticed that the passenger side window of my friend’s car was completely shattered, and announced this to the rest of the group rather incredulously. My first thought was to check the trunk to make sure my school bag and overnight bag was intact, which they were, which was when I realized that my wallet was missing.
My wallet. With my credit card, student ID’s, money, insurance card- everything! My entire life was in there and, in a flash, it was gone. As one can imagine, I had the biggest panic attack of my life and no one else seemed to be noticing and cried later when I was talking to my mom on the phone. Either way, dad froze my account so those shitheads can’t take money out of the ATM with MY card and only got about $20 in cash. Muahaha. Take that, you stupid bitches.
Either way, however, my friend had to file a police report and now I have to go get my fingerprints taken by the popo so that they don’t start chasing after me after they realize my prints are all over that vehicle.
Why do I always get shit stolen?
