i was stupid. i had a cellphone on which nobody called. i had a few numbers of a couple of coworkers and a few people that i met, but no one called on a regular basis, so... i left it in the compartment between the driver and passenger seats of the car... for a month. yep... pretty stupid. i figured i'd keep it there for emergencies, when something came up, or when i met somebody. i drive to work, i go home, i drive to work, i go home, i drive to work, i go home... for a month. then... "mr. postman look and see if there's a letter in your bag for me." yep... he had a letter. a got damn bill from verizon... "that'll be $500 dollars please. can you hear me now? good." $500 bucks in calls that i didn't make. checked in my car compartment and sure enough it wasn't there. checked everywhere else just in case and it was nowhere to be found. i sometimes... not often, but every once in a while i find that i leave my car door unlocked and it never dawned on me to check for the damn phone. i figured if the radio and other crap was in there then there was nothing to worry about. anyway, i have this bill with all the calls/phone numbers dialed that were made for the last month. i was able to see where things started looking funny. first there was a call at three in the morning, then there was this weird 5**-0000 number, then arseload of calls out the ying yang. didn't take much research. google, reverse number searches, etc. i know that he likes dating lines, where a couple of his friends live, and i know where the mf'er works. part of me wants to go to his place of work tomorrow and beat the schit out of him for making things more difficult than they already are, but the nice (to an extreme fault) part of me called verizon and let them do the work and see what they could come up with. as much money as those mofo's make off of idiots like me, i'm sure they'll find the b*stard. if not then i'll give them all the stuff i've found on his arse. sooooooooooooooooooo.... do any of you have any good stories about thieves stealing stuff from you? cars, credit cards, identities, etc?
so...um..are YOU on the hook for these calls? Seems you shouldn't have to foot the bill...you know who his friends are, where he works, etc. Seems there should be a way out of this short of showing up at his house with a bat.
not as of yet... i strongly doubt that i will be. it's just a pain doing all of this crap and inconsiderate little phocks that go out of their way to make things difficult for other people. everything will work out. it took me all of thirty minutes to find the info on this f'er. made the call to verizon and they're investigating everything. i pointed them in the right direction of everything including the calls that he made to his work. i didn't mention the fact that he worked there, but they got the point.
Call the guy with your phone. Tell him you know who he is. Tell him you know he works at ____ company. Tell him you know his friends, ____, ____, and ____. Tell him they live at ____, ____, and ____. Tell him you know he stole your phone. Tell him you now have a list of people he knows and places he goes, and you aren't afraid to use it. Tell him if he doesn't give you $1000 for your trouble and a new phone, you will call the police, and report this to his employer. Then, come to the BBS and post what he says!
I really don't understand people who steal phones.. they should know the person will get a bill.. then know all the phone numbers called etc. .
pay the bill. take the guy to small claims court. That way you can get your money back and get him on record.
My wife ordered a credit card and we never recieved it. Apparently, someone hijacked it from our mailbox and the idiots at Citibank let them change the mailing address. The wife only found out because she called them and they told her we have had it and used it for various purchases at the horse track. They gave us the new address. I sat in my car outside of that apartment for about 2 hours trying to figure out what I was going to do. Good sense finally won out and I let the wife call HPD's credit fraud division.
I store a Street Pilot in my center console. If that gets jacked, I shouldn't even bother coming home. I left my doors unlocked the other day but fortunately nothing was gone
Hmm... I leave my wallet in my car 24-hours a day, because its filled with so much crap that when I keep it in my back pocket, I sit lopsided, with one cheek higher than the other. May be time to reconsider this though...
You know what? They sell this thing at Peterman's that would be perfect for you. It's a small men's carryall.
I have a story about thieves. But I'll keep it short and get to the good part. This was the summer of maybe 1996, possibly 1995. I was still in college, but home for the summer. Yada, yada, yada, some thugs followed me and held me up at gunpoint. Took the car radio, took my wallet, took some other stuff. Then they start flippin' through my CDs. The "leader" of the 2 goes, "You got bone?" I say, "Sorry?" He repeats, "You got bone?!" I'm like, "What are you asking me?" So then he shouts, "BONE THUGS! YOU GOT THAT ONE???" I say, "Nah, I don't listen to that crap." To this day my friends like to taunt me with, "Say man, you got bone?"
