I recently left my phone and wallet on the train. About ten minutes later, a lady called my father and said she had the phone and wallet, and also left her mobile number. I called her and asked her where it would be most convenient for us to meet and she said at a café in the city. I went to the city, but didn’t go into the street of the café because it seemed a bit spooky. I called her to see if she could meet me in front of this particular hotel just around the corner that she didn’t recognise the name of, but she said she needed to catch a ferry and left them at a coffee shop. I went to the coffee shop where the lady working there asked me to confirm the woman’s number and my name before giving them to me in a brown paper bag. Surely enough my wallet was missing about $230 and the next day I found out that the memory card to my phone was gone. I was devastated. I called her again and asked her if someone could have taken it at the shop or something, but said there was a guy sitting on the train that got on after me and oddly pushed my phone and wallet away from him, this was like five minutes after I got off. Then when he noticed she was looking at him, he asked if they were hers, and she told him they weren’t but knew who they were for. Then she called my father at home who came down to the station before I called her. I feel at a terrible loss, as that kid she described as being chubby, pimply, about 18 or 19 with curly beach brown hair took my memory card too, which would have been worthless to him, it cost me $50 over a year ago, now it’d be worth less than the change he left in my wallet. I can’t believe he would do that. I also suffer from anxiety disorders, and am actually worried that my phone or wallet is radioactive, like the awful person who took my memory card and money injected it or put some sort of radioactive material in it, or needles or something like that. I know its crazy, but it also adds to the angst.
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