Oh, Laura. That is really horrible. Cards or phone alone--bad enough. But they just jacked way too much of you right there. I'm so sorry.
Kristin! I just finally asserted that you do work at the school I'd guessed (a: I'm not good with paying attention and b: I kept forgetting to ask). One of our krav instructors goes there, and at least one other student that I know of.
Laura, oh my god! I'm so glad you're all right, but damn -- that fucktard needs Aimee's smiting a thousand times over.
{{{{Laura}}}}
ita! That's very cool. Email me names? I'm verra curious.
Also, hoping that they love this place as much as I do.
That sucks, Laura. May he get boils in the most painful places. May he have an itch he can never scratch. May his hair fall out and may all the women he's with laugh at his penis.
What did the police say?
Laura, jeebus. I'm so sorry.
Insent, Kristin, to your profile address.
Laura, I'm so sorry. My chest hurts for you.
Stupid effer.
Thank you for the most excellent smites! Asshole looked me in the face and laughed at me. Which means of course I got a good look at him. But my eyes are too bad that I couldn't get his license number.
The cop said it would be good if he used my card because most places around here have video, but it looks like he hasn't. I have been on the phone, which I despise anyway, since 8am cancelling my billion cards.
I have a call in to the detective to see if we can watch the Heat ticket seats and see if he is stupid enough to use them. That would totally rock. I would love to have him arrested using my tickets.