08.16.05
How I Lost My Cell Phone
But first, a quote: Adopt three-layer of film switch technology, can be used dexterously
This Zero-Wingian beauty hails from the packaging of my new keyboard, made in China.
But on to the topic at hand. Basically, a psychologically disturbed woman followed me onto a Super Shuttle, and then to school. At first I thought her strong Hispanic accent was the source of her communication problems. But then she had a lot of trouble making sense and keeping her story straight. I was eager to be rid of her when we rolled up to the school. God bless her, but I was a bit freaked out. The driver asked if I had everything as I disembarked. I said yes.
The woman got out after a piece. She said something less than coherent about someone losing a cell phone, then made a violent sound and I heard a CD shatter on the pavement. As a gasoline-powered remote-control car buzzed by, the woman flipped. She was convinced the sound was issuing from the driver’s cell phone, and that it was going to explode. She told him to put it down, and warned me to back away. As I solicited help with my parcels from reluctant bystanders, the woman began to walk off with my suitcase. I ran after her. “Oh, you’re taking that,” she said. She then explained, “This is the wrong address, I know it. Come on.” Eventually, the woman wandered off without paying for her ride. The shuttle driver talked with a Campus Safety officer as he left. My cell phone was still in the van.