Persistence Pays: A Story

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So I was getting off of the bus to go home today, and I realized I must of left my wallet in there. I dropped my backback and started sprinting; however, it was a hundred yards away.

I started getting an angle to catch up with the bus by going through parking lots, and I thought I was going get to it because it was at a stoplight. Right as I was about to get to it, the light turned green and it got away.

I was fucking pissed.

I had left my backpack were I started sprinting, around 200 yards away. So I ran back so no one could take it, but from there I didn’t know what to do at first. On the run back I was thinking about just going home and getting it back some when I got back, but for some reason I needed to get it back as soon as I could.

My cellphone wasn’t on me at the time, so I couldn’t get a relative nearby to come pick me up. I started waving to passing cars to pick me up, and for awhile I thought no one would get me, but to my luck a red truck with a cute girl and her mom pulled over.

I told them that I needed to use their phone to call the metro transit system. The girl told me that I should get in and we should find the next bus stop, so I got in and we headed over to where the metro transit secretary person told us to go.

Once I got to the stop I told the woman driving the red truck she could leave if she wanted to and I got out to wait at the stop. She told me that she would be waiting in the walgreens parking lot. After waiting for five minutes the bus came on the other side of the road, I ran over there and looked around where I had sat: no wallet.

I asked the driver who had sat there, and he told me that there was a tan guy with curly hair who’d sat there and ran over to Walgreen’s. I started sprinting across the street and Cleared a 5 foot brick wall (that’s high for me, considering that I’m 5’7 with little jumping ability) and ran to walgreen’s.

Frantically, I asked the workers if they saw a curly haired tan guy, and they just gave me blank looks. I walked around and I saw him: tan, curly hair, american flag tank top, jean shorts and stringy body.

I thought, “That’s my guy” but I didn’t want to scare him off, so I approached him apprehensivly, “Did you just get off 445 D heading over to the transit station?” He says, “What? Yeah, so! What is this, an interrogation?” He walked off.

As he walked away I looked at the back of his cheesy ass jean shorts, and saw the bulge of my wallet. I approached him and said, “Look, I want to make sure I know you don’t have my wallet,” I continued and lied by saying, “I asked two other guys to show me what they had, so can you just empty your pockets?”

He flipped and stormed the other way. I looked around at the people staring at me, but then I shopper screamed, “I saw him leave a wallet in a bag!”

I ran over to the bag and found it, right there, in a cheap plastic Halloween bag. After checking to see if he took anything, which he didn’t, a store worker screamed, “He’s running away!” I ran outside and I saw him running, the cute girl was on the ground and said, “He pushed me!” So I started running.

But then, an old man who also saw him run said, “Get in my car.” I got in and we cornered him in the parking lot. I rolled down my window and said, "Come on man, the police are coming, just confess. I know you didn’t take anything, just confess and I’ll let you off the hook.

While he continues to storm away he yells, “I didn’t take a fucking wallet!” That’s when the cops came. After a half an hour of recapping with a cop whom I’ve ran into several times before for getting into accidents, they finally told me I could leave.

I just now got a ride back from the ladies in the red truck to my house, five minutes away from where all this occurred. I had to tell let out all of this adrenaline somehow, since nobodies home and I don’t have my cell to call friends. All I have to say is, that was pretty fun.

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[quote]DCubed wrote:
So I was getting off of the bus to go home today, and I realized I must of left my wallet in there. I dropped my backback and started sprinting; however, it was a hundred yards away.

I started getting an angle to catch up with the bus by going through parking lots, and I thought I was going get to it because it was at a stoplight. Right as I was about to get to it, the light turned green and it got away.

I was fucking pissed.

I had left my backpack were I started sprinting, around 200 yards away. So I ran back so no one could take it, but from there I didn’t know what to do at first. On the run back I was thinking about just going home and getting it back some when I got back, but for some reason I needed to get it back as soon as I could.

My cellphone wasn’t on me at the time, so I couldn’t get a relative nearby to come pick me up. I started waving to passing cars to pick me up, and for awhile I thought no one would get me, but to my luck a red truck with a cute girl and her mom pulled over.

I told them that I needed to use their phone to call the metro transit system. The girl told me that I should get in and we should find the next bus stop, so I got in and we headed over to where the metro transit secretary person told us to go.

Once I got to the stop I told the woman driving the red truck she could leave if she wanted to and I got out to wait at the stop. She told me that she would be waiting in the walgreens parking lot. After waiting for five minutes the bus came on the other side of the road, I ran over there and looked around where I had sat: no wallet.

I asked the driver who had sat there, and he told me that there was a tan guy with curly hair who’d sat there and ran over to Walgreen’s. I started sprinting across the street and Cleared a 5 foot brick wall (that’s high for me, considering that I’m 5’7 with little jumping ability) and ran to walgreen’s.

Frantically, I asked the workers if they saw a curly haired tan guy, and they just gave me blank looks. I walked around and I saw him: tan, curly hair, american flag tank top, jean shorts and stringy body.

I thought, “That’s my guy” but I didn’t want to scare him off, so I approached him apprehensivly, “Did you just get off 445 D heading over to the transit station?” He says, “What? Yeah, so! What is this, an interrogation?” He walked off.

As he walked away I looked at the back of his cheesy ass jean shorts, and saw the bulge of my wallet. I approached him and said, “Look, I want to make sure I know you don’t have my wallet,” I continued and lied by saying, “I asked two other guys to show me what they had, so can you just empty your pockets?”

He flipped and stormed the other way. I looked around at the people staring at me, but then I shopper screamed, “I saw him leave a wallet in a bag!”

I ran over to the bag and found it, right there, in a cheap plastic Halloween bag. After checking to see if he took anything, which he didn’t, a store worker screamed, “He’s running away!” I ran outside and I saw him running, the cute girl was on the ground and said, “He pushed me!” So I started running.

But then, an old man who also saw him run said, “Get in my car.” I got in and we cornered him in the parking lot. I rolled down my window and said, "Come on man, the police are coming, just confess.

I know you didn’t take anything, just confess and I’ll let you off the hook. While he continues to storm away he yells, “I didn’t take a fucking wallet!” That’s when the cops came. After a half an hour of recapping with a cop whom I’ve ran into several times before for getting into accidents, they finally told me I could leave.

I just now got a ride back from the ladies in the red truck to my house, five minutes away from where all this occurred. I had to tell let out all of this adrenaline somehow, since nobodies home and I don’t have my cell to call friends. All I have to say is, that was pretty fun.[/quote]

Cool story, but you’re lucky the guy didn’t get violent, and pulled a gun, knife, or something.

Clip11 might be able to give you good advise for handling these types of situations in the future.

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That was a freaking sweet dream you had!

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That’s cool how other people actually cared enough to help. I wouldn’t expect that, it makes me feel…weird…but in a good way.

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[quote]imhungry wrote:
DCubed wrote:
Clip11 might be able to give you good advise for handling these types of situations in the future.[/quote]

lol

but yeah, why didn’t you just handle your own problems, I mean cap that foo, word. Don’t call no cops.

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For the record if somebody came up to me and told me he wanted to check my pockets, I would probably be tempted to perform some unholy acts of violence.

If I found a wallet I would return it, but is this guy really a criminal for finding a wallet you lost.

Nice job getting an innocent girl assaulted and getting a guy who was probably minding his own business thrown into jail for nothing more than being a scumbag.

I’m glad you got your wallet back, but you really screwed up a couple people’s day.

Additionally, The fact that you mentioned you have a close personal relationship to a cop for getting into multiple accidents (is that why you were taking the bus), makes me conclude that you are the one that is the menace to society.

You should probably get your shit together before anyone else suffers the consequences of your head being firmly planted in your ass.

I mean no offense, but who really is the villain in your story?

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Wow that’s like a ghetto version of Kramer driving the bus, without the pinky toe.

OP, you’re BATMAN!!

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In my defense, I don’t have dreams. So the only way I would have posted such an elaborate story is if I spent like, two hours making this up. Why would I do that? I have a life, I just wanted to purge my thoughts. If you don’t believe me, I don’t really care.

[quote]theuofh wrote:
For the record if somebody came up to me and told me he wanted to check my pockets, I would probably be tempted to perform some unholy acts of violence.

If I found a wallet I would return it, but is this guy really a criminal for finding a wallet you lost.

Nice job getting an innocent girl assaulted and getting a guy who was probably minding his own business thrown into jail for nothing more than being a scumbag.

I’m glad you got your wallet back, but you really screwed up a couple people’s day.

Additionally, The fact that you mentioned you have a close personal relationship to a cop for getting into multiple accidents (is that why you were taking the bus), makes me conclude that you are the one that is the menace to society.

You should probably get your shit together before anyone else suffers the consequences of your head being firmly planted in your ass.

I mean no offense, but who really is the villain in your story?
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In a way, you’re right. If I hadn’t of left my wallet in the bus, none of this would have happened. But, you are making a lot of assumptions based off of the little information that I’ve put on the internet, and I take offense to that.

First of all, I wouldn’t call what happened to that girl assault. She was in the way of the douche bag who took my wallet, and she fell over when he pushed her out of his way.

She was not hurt in at all, she just was surprised by a strung out looking man, who was NOT minding his own business, running out of a Walgreen’s in a suburb.

And if you think that I have a “personal relationship” with a cop because I’m a menace to society, you’re very wrong. Last year I’d gotten into an accident when a man t-boned me in a middle of a divided highway.

He was at fault, but I didn’t have my license at the time. The cop who came after the accident, the same cop I just talked to a few hours ago, told me that I should always bring my license with me.

So a week after the accident I was pulled over by that same cop because changed lanes without using a turn signal, which is a little sketchy if you ask me. He asked for my license straight away, and I showed it to him. After seeing it he let me off without a warning.

That’s the only way I know him, and if you call that personal, then you must have a lot of personal relationships.

I can see how one can misinterpret my story and think that I’m a little forgetful, but to tell me to get my shit together is a whole different story. Tell me that my head is firmly planted in my ass after doing something like drinking and driving, not after I forget my wallet in a bus and try to get it back.

I mean no offense, but know your facts before calling someone out.

I’m glad these people helped me, not only because I got my wallet back, but because I think they felt good about helping me out. I didn’t feel like a nuisance to anyone, besides the guy who tried to get away with taking my wallet. He deserves it though.

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I was messing you with you man. There was a sarcastic tone that you probably couldn’t pick up through the text and all.

I still think your story makes you look like the bad guy though. What if they guy was on parole and went into the Walgreen’s looking for a job to get his life back together. Leaving a wallet laying around for him to pick up is like setting a bottle of whiskey in front of an alcoholic and walking away.

What if that guy is back in the pen for violating his parole? He probably just filled out hte job application, then was surprised by a kid with a crazy look in his eye, sweating and panting from running all over the place, telling him to empty his pockets.

I probably woulda turned around and ran too, little old ladies and babies be damned, I’m getting away from this kid before he pulls a gun or a knife on me.

That guys world could’ve just went up in flames. He just wanted a job, to make some money, pay taxes and contribute to society, and now hes back in prison learning how to be a better criminal just because you forgot your wallet.

You really gotta be more careful.

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[quote]countingbeans wrote:
imhungry wrote:
DCubed wrote:
Clip11 might be able to give you good advise for handling these types of situations in the future.

lol

but yeah, why didn’t you just handle your own problems, I mean cap that foo, word. Don’t call no cops.[/quote]

Hellz yea!!

Snitches end up in ditches!

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Yeah yeah - cool story, well done mate.

Now for fucks sake post pics of the cute girl.

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[quote]theuofh wrote:
I was messing you with you man. There was a sarcastic tone that you probably couldn’t pick up through the text and all.

I still think your story makes you look like the bad guy though. What if they guy was on parole and went into the Walgreen’s looking for a job to get his life back together. Leaving a wallet laying around for him to pick up is like setting a bottle of whiskey in front of an alcoholic and walking away.

What if that guy is back in the pen for violating his parole? He probably just filled out hte job application, then was surprised by a kid with a crazy look in his eye, sweating and panting from running all over the place, telling him to empty his pockets.

I probably woulda turned around and ran too, little old ladies and babies be damned, I’m getting away from this kid before he pulls a gun or a knife on me.

That guys world could’ve just went up in flames. He just wanted a job, to make some money, pay taxes and contribute to society, and now hes back in prison learning how to be a better criminal just because you forgot your wallet.

You really gotta be more careful.
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This is a perfect example of why you should have capped that bitch an be done with it. Handle ya Biz son.

Now that foo is taking up room in Clip11’s cell block son.

Oh yeah, shoulda got da honnies digets too…

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[quote]theuofh wrote:
I was messing you with you man. There was a sarcastic tone that you probably couldn’t pick up through the text and all.

I still think your story makes you look like the bad guy though. What if they guy was on parole and went into the Walgreen’s looking for a job to get his life back together. Leaving a wallet laying around for him to pick up is like setting a bottle of whiskey in front of an alcoholic and walking away.

What if that guy is back in the pen for violating his parole? He probably just filled out hte job application, then was surprised by a kid with a crazy look in his eye, sweating and panting from running all over the place, telling him to empty his pockets.

I probably woulda turned around and ran too, little old ladies and babies be damned, I’m getting away from this kid before he pulls a gun or a knife on me.

That guys world could’ve just went up in flames. He just wanted a job, to make some money, pay taxes and contribute to society, and now hes back in prison learning how to be a better criminal just because you forgot your wallet.

You really gotta be more careful.
[/quote]

Hopefully you really were being sarcastic, and if that’s true I flipped out for no reason. Like I said, I shouldn’t have left my wallet there, and I should’ve been safer. But damnit, I’m not gonna let a crackhead take my wallet!

As for the girl, she was 15, and her step mom was there. That would’ve been fucked up if I got her number.

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Now you should post all of that sprinting in your training log :slight_smile: lol

Nicely done. Way to think on your feet- literally.

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Yeah, i was being a douche about the girl and her number…

see below for reference:

http://www.T-Nation.com/free_online_forum/music_movies_girls_life/stop_snitchin

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[quote]DCubed wrote:
So I was getting off of the bus to go home today, and I realized I must of left my wallet in there. I dropped my backback and started sprinting; however, it was a hundred yards away.

I started getting an angle to catch up with the bus by going through parking lots, and I thought I was going get to it because it was at a stoplight. Right as I was about to get to it, the light turned green and it got away.

I was fucking pissed.

I had left my backpack were I started sprinting, around 200 yards away. So I ran back so no one could take it, but from there I didn’t know what to do at first.

On the run back I was thinking about just going home and getting it back some when I got back, but for some reason I needed to get it back as soon as I could.

My cellphone wasn’t on me at the time, so I couldn’t get a relative nearby to come pick me up. I started waving to passing cars to pick me up, and for awhile I thought no one would get me, but to my luck a red truck with a cute girl and her mom pulled over.

I told them that I needed to use their phone to call the metro transit system. The girl told me that I should get in and we should find the next bus stop, so I got in and we headed over to where the metro transit secretary person told us to go.

Once I got to the stop I told the woman driving the red truck she could leave if she wanted to and I got out to wait at the stop. She told me that she would be waiting in the walgreens parking lot. After waiting for five minutes the bus came on the other side of the road, I ran over there and looked around where I had sat: no wallet.

I asked the driver who had sat there, and he told me that there was a tan guy with curly hair who’d sat there and ran over to Walgreen’s. I started sprinting across the street and Cleared a 5 foot brick wall (that’s high for me, considering that I’m 5’7 with little jumping ability) and ran to walgreen’s.

Frantically, I asked the workers if they saw a curly haired tan guy, and they just gave me blank looks. I walked around and I saw him: tan, curly hair, american flag tank top, jean shorts and stringy body.

I thought, “That’s my guy” but I didn’t want to scare him off, so I approached him apprehensivly, “Did you just get off 445 D heading over to the transit station?” He says, “What? Yeah, so! What is this, an interrogation?” He walked off.

As he walked away I looked at the back of his cheesy ass jean shorts, and saw the bulge of my wallet. I approached him and said, “Look, I want to make sure I know you don’t have my wallet,” I continued and lied by saying, “I asked two other guys to show me what they had, so can you just empty your pockets?”

He flipped and stormed the other way. I looked around at the people staring at me, but then I shopper screamed, “I saw him leave a wallet in a bag!”

I ran over to the bag and found it, right there, in a cheap plastic Halloween bag. After checking to see if he took anything, which he didn’t, a store worker screamed, “He’s running away!” I ran outside and I saw him running, the cute girl was on the ground and said, “He pushed me!” So I started running.

But then, an old man who also saw him run said, “Get in my car.” I got in and we cornered him in the parking lot. I rolled down my window and said, "Come on man, the police are coming, just confess. I know you didn’t take anything, just confess and I’ll let you off the hook.

While he continues to storm away he yells, “I didn’t take a fucking wallet!” That’s when the cops came. After a half an hour of recapping with a cop whom I’ve ran into several times before for getting into accidents, they finally told me I could leave.

I just now got a ride back from the ladies in the red truck to my house, five minutes away from where all this occurred. I had to tell let out all of this adrenaline somehow, since nobodies home and I don’t have my cell to call friends. All I have to say is, that was pretty fun.[/quote]

You should mail this to Quentin Tarrantino, maybe he can fot ot in some movie somewhere.