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December 10, 2001

I finally began the process of recovering my cell phone. I was smart enough to get insurance on it, so I called up Verizon to get a replacement. They were very sympathetic to my loss, but informed me that I needed to file a police report to complete my claim. A police report? I think the Tampa police department has a lot more important things to do than listen to how I lost my cell phone. But hey, I gotta do it, so I called. I immediately got their automated answering service. "Press one if you are calling to report a lost cellular telephone". I hung up immediately and just started cracking up. I never knew the wireless industry had such a good working relationship with our nation's police forces.
I called back and eventually got an officer.








































































Officer: So where exactly did you lose your phone?
Me: (Trying not to explode with laughter) Well, I don't really know. If I did, then we wouldn't be having this conversation.
Officer: Just give me a street intersection of where you may have had it last
Me: Well, I was at Chatterbox, so I guess Swann and Howard
Officer: Why did you wait so long to report this?
Me: Ummm, I was kinda busy, and I was trying to find it before I made a claim. Why is that so important?
Officer: I'll ask the questions
Tell him. Tell him the liberator who destoyed my property has realigned my perception
Officer: Have you recently made enemies with someone who might want to seperate you from your property?
Reject the basic assumption of civilization, espicially the importance of material posessions
Me: What?
Officer: Son, this is serious.
Me: Look, no one takes this more serious than me! That cell phone was my life, OK? I loved every digitally stored number in that thing! That was not just a phone that got lost, It was ME!! I would like thank the Academy...
Officer: Is this not a good time for you?
Just tell him you fuckin' did it. Tell him you just thew it away. That's what he want's to hear.
Me: Wait, are you telling me that I'm a suspect?
Officer:
No, no. I may need to talk to you a little further so how about you just lettin' me know if you're gonna leave town, OK?
Me: Ok.


Actually, it was quite a painless process. I gave the insurace agent the police report number and they sent me a new phone the next day. I still have my same number, so you all can call my cell again.

Posted by mgrasso at December 10, 2001 12:54 AM

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