So on Friday night I went out dancing with a girlfriend. And I had a lot of fun, until my purse got stolen. Now, when your purse is stolen from three inches from your hand in the ten seconds it takes you to order a drink, and the phone is already disconnected when you call it a minute later, you can only assume you have been robbed by a pro. So, while my friend freaked out, I was rather calm at the moment.
The next day I got up super early and headed back to the island, where the club was. I combed through the bushes, and even gave my flatmate's phone number to some homeless guys who were doing the same, asking them to call me and promising a reward for my ID.
Still in my party gear, I then went and waited for the bus. Two dudes started to sort of harass me, and I snapped at them that I had been robbed, and demanded a bus ticket. Mollified, they actually gave me a bus ticket, and then turned friendly and non-creepy enough. I guess it's easy to pick on the girl in a sequined dress at seven in the morning.
So the next step was canceling my Hungarian bank card, which Anna helped me with. Then it was off to the police station to file a report, which I was able to do myself. Actually, the male police officer at one point had to go ask his female colleague exactly how to say "sequin" in Hungarian, which I found amusing. I'm glad I'm not the only one who doesn't know everything! After that, a new phone. Then going to the bank to order a new bank card, and last of all heading to immigration for a new residence card, which, as usual, was a nightmare. The only good thing was that Balint pointed out that we needed new locks on our door and was able to change them out for us. It's good to have a handy person around!
I really recommend you don't get your bag stolen. I mean, it could have been worse: it was only a small bag with some essentials in it, so I still have my passport and all my other cards. But, really, this has been one annoying, expensive, week-long hassle. So hold onto those bags while you're out dancing, ladies!
The next day I got up super early and headed back to the island, where the club was. I combed through the bushes, and even gave my flatmate's phone number to some homeless guys who were doing the same, asking them to call me and promising a reward for my ID.
Still in my party gear, I then went and waited for the bus. Two dudes started to sort of harass me, and I snapped at them that I had been robbed, and demanded a bus ticket. Mollified, they actually gave me a bus ticket, and then turned friendly and non-creepy enough. I guess it's easy to pick on the girl in a sequined dress at seven in the morning.
So the next step was canceling my Hungarian bank card, which Anna helped me with. Then it was off to the police station to file a report, which I was able to do myself. Actually, the male police officer at one point had to go ask his female colleague exactly how to say "sequin" in Hungarian, which I found amusing. I'm glad I'm not the only one who doesn't know everything! After that, a new phone. Then going to the bank to order a new bank card, and last of all heading to immigration for a new residence card, which, as usual, was a nightmare. The only good thing was that Balint pointed out that we needed new locks on our door and was able to change them out for us. It's good to have a handy person around!
I really recommend you don't get your bag stolen. I mean, it could have been worse: it was only a small bag with some essentials in it, so I still have my passport and all my other cards. But, really, this has been one annoying, expensive, week-long hassle. So hold onto those bags while you're out dancing, ladies!
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sorry honey just glad you are okay things can be replaced love you xoxoxo
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