Here is a crazy story for you all to end out this week… So
on Tuesday Chris and I were having a fantastic time at the Miike snow concert
at the House of Blues, only to come back and find that someone had smashed our
back passenger window and stole my backpack. At first I thought, jokes on them
because prior to going to the concert I went for a run and showered at the
office. The backpack contained my wet towel and sweaty running clothes. But
then I started realizing that meant all my favorite running things were gone:
my GARMIN, new Bluetooth headphones, my Boston running shoes they don’t make
any more, sunglasses, even my work id, all gone :(
I was really really mad. I always put my laptop in the
truck, always lock up my wallet, I couldn’t believe it happened since we parked
on a major road (Brookline Ave) just passed Beer works and pretty much under a
street light. We were only gone for a couple hours and got back to the car
around 11:15pm. We also have dark
privacy glass in the back so you really can’t see in.
I told Chris to go look around in surrounding dumpsters
trash cans because I figured there would be no way they were keeping the whole
overstuffed backpack filled with sweaty cloths. No luck. Crestfallen we drove
home not wanting to deal with waiting and waiting around to file at the Police
Station.
We took an inventory of all the items and the police report
was filled the next day. Chris did a great job trying to find ways to replace
all my favorite things (he even found the only pair of those Boston running
shoes in my size and ordered them from Australia) He called garmin and begged
for a deal to get me a new watch. No dice. All we got was that they marked the
device as stolen so if anyone tried to sync it they would get a message telling
them it was stolen and garmin would get notified. He told us to "call back if we found it!!" which was annoying, I didn't misplace it in my house, Brett from garmin, someone STOLE it.
About our week we went. Until yesterday I get this call from
Chris (sorry Mom, missed your initial call) and he says, “guess what I have?” I
made a funny random guess and then he tells me, “I have your backpack.” I don’t
believe it. He also tells me my garmin and my Boston shoes are in it. I’m
speechless. How? What?
He tells me the police found it because a concerned citizen
called it in as a suspicious package. It was found all the way at the end of
Brookline Ave on/near Park Drive. My sunglasses, headphones, and coffee mug (we
think that it fell out the side pocket) were gone but everything else was
there! I was elated!
I do acknowledge that unfortunately the events of our world
today are likely the reason why I got my bag back. The poor person who called
it in and police officers that had to go investigate went into the situation
prepared for my backpack to be containing much more harmful items than a sweaty
sports bra. However, it is comforting to know that there are people out there
with their eyes out and utilizing the “see something, say something” mentality.
All in all, I’m still in a happy disbelief. I get to do my
long run tomorrow with my garmin on my wrist and favorite shoes (that I’m going
to start calling my lucky shoes) on my feet :)
Shoe order from Australia was cancelled, and o yeah, Brett from garmin, I guess
you get the last laugh after all-we found the garmin :)
