...the name of the fucktard that tried to steal my laptop last night. Turned away from my bookbag for a few minutes, turned back, it was gone. Some guys by the door told me that some other guy and a girl grabbed it as they walked out the door--five minutes ago! So I bolted out of there like a horny bunny rabbit on crystal meth, and, purely out of instinct, ran straight to the subway. I figured that if they went anywhere else, I was well and truly fucked.
Lo and behold: there is asshole, standing just on the other side of the turnstile, holding my laptop in his hand. My bag had been ditched already. Much grabbing of people ensues, much yelling, much threatening, and finally the cops come...
...and don't do a goddamned thing. But I got my laptop back. And I know the asshats that stole it are students at the college where I teach.
So I got my laptop back, and now I have a little project at work.
What do you want for Christmas?
Lo and behold: there is asshole, standing just on the other side of the turnstile, holding my laptop in his hand. My bag had been ditched already. Much grabbing of people ensues, much yelling, much threatening, and finally the cops come...
...and don't do a goddamned thing. But I got my laptop back. And I know the asshats that stole it are students at the college where I teach.
So I got my laptop back, and now I have a little project at work.
What do you want for Christmas?
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