Monday, September 15, 2008

Of Cops and Thieves (STORY # 15, 16)

I suddently felt the urge to continue my series on "Of Cops and Thieves" which I started last August 2007 after I learned that Jinoe lost his wallet--again!

Jinoe, hindi ka nag-iisa.

STORY # 15

After the ULTRA incident in 1992, my perpetrators took a long vacation and didn't appear until summer of 2003.

Ate Ella and I were scouting for a summer school for Eia. We parked the car along Gloria Diaz St.-- one of the main roads in BF Resort Village, just across the school where we intended to inquire. Eia immediately got off the car while Ate Ella was still coming out from the other side and I was still getting my bag. Ate Ella and I hasten to prevent Eia from crossing the street.

I was focused on protecting Eia that I completely forgot to lock the car.

Our inquiry was very brief. We were inside the school for only 15 minutes, then went back to the car. Ate Ella and I were discussing the pros and cons of enrolling Eia in that particular school that I didn't notice anything missing.

That night, I searched for my hair brush before I was about to sleep. I remembered it was inside my kikay kit which I left in the car. When I didn't find it inside the REVO, that was the only time I realized that I was robbed--for the nth time.

The saddest thing was, I also lost the memorable antique attache case which I inherited from my dear mother, containing my sales paraphernalia.

STORY # 16

My friend Beng met in Red Ribbon located at Zapote-Alabang Road Las Pinas City. We boycotted McDonald's because in our previous meeting there, she lost her bag exactly on her birthday.

There were two areas where you could sit in Red Ribbon: the area fronting the cashier or the area fronting the take-out counter. We chose to sit at the first table nearest the security guard. When we sat there, there were no other customers in the area. Beng immediately handed to me her P5,000 payment for her quarterly insurance premium which I placed straight inside my bag. We talked and talked, unmindful of the people around us.

In the middle of our lively conversation, I received a text message. I got my celfone from my bag, answered the text message then put back my phone inside my bag which I placed right beside me. I then finished my half-filled glass of water and told Beng that we should go.

When I grabbed my bag beside me it was gone. Less than a minute ago it was just there. I was so shocked that what happened 3 months ago happened again--only this time, I was the victim and not Beng.

Beng immediately called my number while I rushed outside the restaurant hoping that I could still catch the robber. My number couldn't be reached anymore. The manager called the Police who was just stationed beside Red Ribbon. He wrote the incident but I knew there's nothing he could do about it now.

Good thing that my car key is tied around my neck. Had it been inside my bag, I couldn't imagine the greater mess it would have caused.

First things first. Via expressphone, I reported to BPI that I lost my check book and ATM cards. During that time, I didn't have any credit card yet (thank God!).

The following day, I went to the bank and closed all my accounts. Then I proceeded to LTO to apply for a replacement of my driver's license. I got it the following day.

With all the hassle, I tried to console myself that I was still lucky that Beng paid only 1 quarter premium. I could have lost P30,000 including my household money if she gave me the whole annual premium!

Oh--forgot to tell you. That was my first time to use that bag--a Coach bag given to me by my balikbayan uncle. Now you use it, now you don't!

For more stories about my past misfortunes, you may click my blog archive for the following:

Aug. 22, 2007: STORY # 1
Aug. 23, 2007: STORY # 2
Aug. 24, 2007: STORY # 3, 4, 5
Aug. 26, 2007: STORY # 6, 7, 8
Aug. 27, 2007: STORY # 9, 10
Aug. 28, 2007: STORY # 11, 12, 13
Aug. 30, 2007: STORY # 14