Sunday, June 27, 2010
My purse was stolen #bestthingthateverhappenedtome
If you know me, you can probably guess how I could walk those two things together.
The initial moment when I had realized that my wallet had been stolen out of my purse at work were of course shocking and weird and painful.
Then all those freaking episodes of C.S.I. kicked into gear.
I mean, come on, I'm involved in a real life crime? #Finally
Oh my gosh, I cleaned the house #shockingIknow, but come on, I've got cops coming over! #bannerday
And sure enough the cop arrived. And oh, was I ready for his questions!
I was even answering before he could ask them.
"Now, which --"
"I had 3 credit cards, here are their numbers. Yes, I have contacted the companies. Here are the times and locations of where the suspects tried to use them."
Ok, I think he appreciated that educated, informed packet.
Um, the rest?
Next I pulled out my purse (Tinkerbell of course) to show him the slick surface. "I'm not sure they can pull prints off this material."
A blank stare which I took as him just not understanding where I was going with this.
"But I think this area of sequins could have some partials."
"Ma'ame, I don't think we're going to need a C.S. unit for this."
Don't you want elimination prints from me? Aren't we going to try and isolate sweat from the pocket where my wallet was stolen from to get DNA? Aren't we going to put all the info up on a HUGE plasma screen and hammer out a time line?
Um. NO. #notsomuch
Well, just because the police were going to treat this like, I don't know, just a wallet snatch, that didn't stop me!
So, yes, my living room became C.S.I: Ventura (let's be clear the color palette is pale ocean blues highlighted with pink)!
Luckily I had a cork board at the ready!
Who had access to the purse? Who profiled like a possible identity theft?
I even clocked out how long it took to drive from my work to the first gas station. I did Googly Analytics on the websites they tried to buy from to glean their socio-economic status.
Now, of course, I haven't caught them, but SO WHAT?
OMG, the high of the forensics. The high of the chase.
Like I really needed any more obsession with C.S.I. I mean, I had just given up watching the Miami and NY shows.
Now? Season Pass, baby, all 3.
Because I have GOT to be ready for the next minor crime wave that hits! #duh
#andprobablybuymyownfingerprintdustingkit #inpink #ofcourse
But now I think you can see why I might write a book about hunting serial killers!
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