Well, no, I’m not going mad…. and yes, I do mean it. (and no, I haven’t had that confirmed by an unbiassed observer, neither do I have any form of certificate to either prove my sanity, or my ability to make such statements about my sanity…. but lets get off this side track an onto the main point of the post which (i hope) will make the title more understandable)
The short version: Sunday was my birthday. But on Friday night, I had my cellphone stolen from my car while I was in it. (It was a “smash and grab”)
The long version: Well, where do I start… You know that a while ago I hinted that I’d really like somoene to buy me a GPS for my birthday? Well, since nobody seemed to be taking me up on the subtle hint, Charlie, Sean and I decided to buy one for ourselves. So we got a Geko 201, which I purchased for us on Friday.
On the way home (around sunset), I drive along the N14 from Centurion and take the R511 past Diepsloot. So I took the R511 offramp and, at the intersection, I stopped. I’d just SMS’ed Sean (who was coming to have supper with us that evening) and I put my cellphone back in the cradle of the car kit.
Anyway, to cut it short… I saw a gap in the cars a little bit away, so I started to do my checks around the car to see that I could pull off without killing pedestrians, or damaging other cars. As I looked over my left shoulder, I saw a guy duck down… I realised what he was doing, checked in front to see if I could pull forwards yet (I couldn’t), looked back and he was about to smash my front passenger window. The window was smashed. He grabbed the phone. I tried to grab it too – which knocked it out of his hand and onto the floor. At which point I realised that our brand new (still unopened) GPS was on the seat next to me, as was my bag with ID book, and various other important items. So I pulled them into the back of the car while he groped on the floor to find the phone. I had about 3-5 seconds where I could have done something, like hitting the stupid twit, or trying to wrestle the phone away from him, but I thought it would be better to just let him have it, and be gone. (I didn’t know if he had a “friend” nearby, a gun, a knife, or some other weapon)
I drove home as fast as I could (while being safe and obeying as many traffic signs as necessary) so that I could cancel the phone. I didn’t want him calling too many people (especially since my sim card is unlocked for international calls)… (Fortunately it looks like he didn’t make any calls.)
So that was my frustrating Friday experience… I’ll write about the good stuff later. 🙂