The time was 3:54 am Sunday morning. KuTTy, Dre and I were leaving Deco Lounge when we came across this fab location on Prince St. and West Broadway. It's a zebra print building. I died!! Of course the first I thought was a photo shoot. So KuTTy and I began our shoot. Irresponsible me put my beloved Blackberry down on the steps so I could go in. I know.... I know... After a few drinks my judgment was a little impaired.
You know I didn't realize that my phone was missing until we had already walked 10 blocks at snail speed. I raced back, black linen vest that I got from a shoot I styled earlier that day (thanks Rasheed!) blowing in the wind. I expected the phone to be gone. I was not disappointed. I was devastated and wanted to cry. I took some deep breaths and became proactive by posting a note with return info.
Here is where things took a turn for the worst. The fool who found my phone calls Kutty the next morning and proceeds to attempt to extort money from me charging me $70 for the return of my phone. I would have totally paid but he tried it! I was at a loss for words and pissed. I also recieved two messages from him on my phone leaving me his number 1 917 554 5134, but when I called him he denied calling me at all. Can you say crazy? He even had the audacity to accuse me of harassing him. Go figure!
CHECK LIST
1. Crazy man that found my phone NO HELP
2. Phone company NO HELP
3. Police NO HELP
So, bottom line: Be more responsible than me. The upside: We found a new bomb location, and I get to christen a new Blackberry (a tear for my old one).
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