My Cellphone is Back but WTF
Last Sunday, while I was sitting in the back of the driver in a tricycle going to the church, my cellphone slipped out of my pocket. I was totally unaware of it. I alighted and paid. When I was about to enter, I checked my pocket and realized that it was not there. For a moment, I thought that maybe I just left it at my bed in the dorm. But then, I was pretty sure it is not the case. And so I tried tracing the path the tricycle took. From a distance, I saw my dormmate and her friend (who were in the back seat of the same tricycle I was riding) looking at me. They know something, I thought. […]
Shoot, I think it won’t please me if I’ll go on with the details. 😡 So, onto the the so-called eyeball. As negotiated, we met on Thursday. Immediately after my exam on that day, I flew to the dorm and communicated with the culprit via a friend’s cellphone. Soon enough, he was already in the waiting shed specified as the meeting place. Manang V, a dorm staff, suggested that a person should go there first before me. Two university workers were at the dorm so she requested them to do it. When I arrived at the shed, it turns out that those two men know the guy who was about to give back my cellphone. After a short chat between them, it was our turn. He was not actually the one who found the cellphone, just a friend. Blah. Through our conversation I realized that it’s not worth giving them the reward money they want, which is 500 pesos. When I decided to give the money, instead of directly giving the white envelop, I opened it in front of him and said that it’d better be that I count it myself (or something like that). Since he was not looking at me, and seemed more tense, I only took out 300.
When I went back to the dorm, people were already waiting (as if I was a survivor of a great crash) and congratulated me upon knowing of what the outcome was. I browsed my cellphone and was happy to find the phonebook intact, only a few messages deleted, and some pictures gone in the gallery and some saved from the MMS inbox. Then I saw…a picture of a duck (replace u with the third vowel of the alphabet). What the fuck does those guys think of me? Sorry to say this, but why in the whole wide world should I care on how theirs look like when I have mine that’s?! :devil: Apparently, all my pictures were deleted. Mine all alone. Fine with me, the others have got more sentimental value anyway. My decision of reducing the reward was a wise move in the first place. I was braver, after all, for doing it right on his face. Asshole.
