So here's a serious one, happened to me yesterday.
So here I am in SM Southmall in SM Department Store, trying some pants on (Cause I need dem slacks) in the dressing room. I go to ask for another size, and I realize my phone's not in my pocket (my mother called me less than a minute before, and I must've placed it on one of the shelves in the dressing room.)
I immediately come back to the dressing room, and it's gone. In the span of less than a fucking minute, some asshole swiped my phone from dressing room.
I mean seriously. I get I should've been more responsible. It was my fault too. But really? Less than a minute, and it's gone. What do these guys do? Wait for god knows how long just to get a chance to steal a goddamn phone so they can probably sell it off later? (Joke's on him, it's an Alcatel. Probably won't even sell for 500 bucks. Lugi pa si gago sa gas. I know that isn't the point, but fuck it.)
I managed to call my phone pa with my mother's phone around less than a minute after I found it wasn't in the dressing room anymore. I knew the phone was set to Loud because my mother just called me just before, so I would be able to hear it if it were in the vicinity. But I didn't. Obviously we asked the department if anyone's returned a lost phone. No dice.
It seemed so organized, so fucking planned out, like they did this regularly. What's more is that the lady that's supposed to be guarding the changing area said that 'she left her post' during that time, so she didn't see anyone. Onti nalang sabihin ko na kasabwat e. The next time I called the phone whatever fucktard stole it turned it off already. I managed to tell my dad to block off the sim, so I could still use my old number with a different sim.
Fucking hell. Less than a minute. Fucking dammit.
So here I am in SM Southmall in SM Department Store, trying some pants on (Cause I need dem slacks) in the dressing room. I go to ask for another size, and I realize my phone's not in my pocket (my mother called me less than a minute before, and I must've placed it on one of the shelves in the dressing room.)
I immediately come back to the dressing room, and it's gone. In the span of less than a fucking minute, some asshole swiped my phone from dressing room.
I mean seriously. I get I should've been more responsible. It was my fault too. But really? Less than a minute, and it's gone. What do these guys do? Wait for god knows how long just to get a chance to steal a goddamn phone so they can probably sell it off later? (Joke's on him, it's an Alcatel. Probably won't even sell for 500 bucks. Lugi pa si gago sa gas. I know that isn't the point, but fuck it.)
I managed to call my phone pa with my mother's phone around less than a minute after I found it wasn't in the dressing room anymore. I knew the phone was set to Loud because my mother just called me just before, so I would be able to hear it if it were in the vicinity. But I didn't. Obviously we asked the department if anyone's returned a lost phone. No dice.
It seemed so organized, so fucking planned out, like they did this regularly. What's more is that the lady that's supposed to be guarding the changing area said that 'she left her post' during that time, so she didn't see anyone. Onti nalang sabihin ko na kasabwat e. The next time I called the phone whatever fucktard stole it turned it off already. I managed to tell my dad to block off the sim, so I could still use my old number with a different sim.
Fucking hell. Less than a minute. Fucking dammit.
