When I returned to my locker after a couple of hours fitness it had been broken in to. Someone, most likely some sad existence of a crack whore, had nicked all my stuff, my pants, my t-shirt, my underpants, my jacket, my really really nice bag, my phone (brand new btw!), my PDA, my mp3-player and ALL MY KEYS! Keys to my apartment and my bike…. It is safe to say that I was a little bit pissed!
Well, after I got tired of running around myself I called a good friend and went to my place and got all my spare keys (I didn’t want to leave my bike alone with some drugaddict running around out there with the keys to it) and I could drive home. This day have been spent calling the police, my insurancecompany and locksmiths and whatnot….
I’m beat and still a bit pissed, no, that is an understatement, not just a bit, I’m really quite pissed and I guess I would like to get my hands on that guy who emptied out my locker, if you see him, give me a call!
