I'm hoping it's a joke, but keeping an eye on it.this is political.
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I'm hoping it's a joke, but keeping an eye on it.this is political.
wow good for you, I am not shure if i whould have done the sameHere is a little story of what happened to me last Friday.
I stopped beside the Union Station to have a smoke before entering my work, which is a short distance away. I have been doing this for years. The side of the Union Station, where I stop, is away from street traffic and there are 2 picnic tables set out. The side of the building has 2 security doors which are always locked and I have never seen anyone come in or go out of those doors.
As per usual, I set my bag on the picnic table (after clearing the snow from it) and lit a smoke. I am downtown so I am never too far from my bookbag. I looked away for no more than 5 seconds and eyed my bag from the corner of my eye. It was gone. Shock immediately slammed into me and, when looking up, I saw a guy with my bag entering through the security door. I hollered loudly "Hey! That's my bag!". But he kept going. I ran to the door and tried to catch it before it shut but was a split second too late. I saw the man through the glass door (reinforced glass, the kind with the little squares of wire running through) and started pounding on the door and repeating in a loud yell "That's my bag!!!". He kept going and did not look around. Right then I knew it wasn't maintenance or a mix up...it was theft. Rather than pounding on the door I started punching it really hard. Maybe I might break the glass but I didn't care. It was then that he turned around and looked me in the eye and smiled, then exited through another door.
I punched the door a few more times in vain, pumped up on adrenalin by now. I raced around to the front of the building and entered through the public access. There is a security booth just inside and it was completely empty. No one in sight. I saw a janitor and raced over to him quickly explaining what happened and asked how I could get to the south side of the building. He told me the basement and ran with me to show me the way.
I started bounding down the steps, leaving the janitor in the dust, and turned down this very long hallway. At the bottom of the stairs I noticed a hasp jimmied from a closet and a door kicked in. While running I was looking high and low and this way and that way. It was quite a maze down there. After about 5 minutes of searching I turned a corner and ran into three beefy security guards and one of them said to me "Are you the man with the bag?". I told him yes and he said they saw me on the security camera. He said "Come with me.". I wasn't sure why, was it because of my punching the door or did they have more information. He took me around a few corners and into a back room bathroom with a sink and a toilet. My bag was there sitting on a sink. After a quick review I determined that the bag was untouched and everything was intact. I was really only worried about my coffee cup (oh...and my work laptop I guess). There were a bunch of dropped ceiling tiles above the toilet and I took a few steps back asking if the thief may be hiding up there. He said that he thought the same thing and had already looked and it was clear. I asked the guy if I could grab my bag and head off. He took a quick pic and got my details and I went to the office.
On the way to work I finally noticed a throbbing pain in my hand and took (peeled) my glove off. My hand was super swollen and purple. I related my tale to my boss and a few colleagues when I received a call from the Union Station asking if I could come over and make an ID. I went right over and they caught the guy. I said "You're the one!" and pointed at him. Then I shook my finger at him and said "You shouldn't steal!" (I blame that on shock).
From when my bag was stolen until it was retrieved happened between 8:01am and 8:23am. If I hadn't pursued the issue I wonder if I would have ever seen my bag again. The swelling in my hand went down over the weekend but it is still purply. Like the song says..."One fist of Iron and the other of Ripe Peach.".
That is terrific!! He is such a cutie!! Happy for you all!
So beautiful! congratulations Cat!Thank you! Everyone is at home. And doing great!
The official time of birth was 9:44 PM.
Thanks again for all the well wishes!
what is the name of the babySo beautiful! congratulations Cat!
Democracy has little to do with it. Rules of the site do, however.
Think of it this way, the USA eliminates its national debt, and Canada gains slightly more control over the world, it’s a win-win situation.Democracy has little to do with it. Rules of the site do, however.
Think of it this way, the USA eliminates its national debt, and Canada gains slightly more control over the world, it’s a win-win situation.
....adorable!!!!....give him GNT squeezies for me!......Thank you! Everyone is at home. And doing great!
The official time of birth was 9:44 PM.
Thanks again for all the well wishes!
Congrats. So cute.Thank you! Everyone is at home. And doing great!
The official time of birth was 9:44 PM.
Thanks again for all the well wishes!
I'm not sure, maybe you should quote Cat's post so that she sees your question?what is the name of the baby
what is the name of the baby
It's Spencer Neal.I'm not sure, maybe you should quote Cat's post so that she sees your question?
Thanks M, that's lovely!It's Spencer Neal.
It's Spencer Neal.
As a joke, fine, but as a serious discussion, it goes into the political arena and as you know, we no longer allow political discussions/debates in order to keep the peace on the Board and preserve the moderators' sanity. There are plenty of other sites that would be happy to have that discussion if you want to pursue it.
His name is Spencer Neal.what is the name of the baby