DJ LUCiTE
*Not really a DJ
So I just got done listening to my current favorite song, "Ready Steady Go" by Paul Oakenfold, when I see my bus stop coming up. I turn the iPod off, unplug my headphones, put the 'pod into my pocket and pack the headphones away. The bus stops at the stop. I get off the bus and start walking to school, patting my pockets unconciously like I always do to make sure everything's in place: Wallet, keys, cell phone. I figure everything's fine so I keep--
Where's my iPod?!
I double-check my pocket to make sure it really wasn't there. It wasn't. I look and the bus just begins to inch away from the stop. I turn around and run after it as it pulls away, yet the bus driver happens to not see some kid frantically running after the bus, yelling, and waving his arms around. I collapse, about one and a half blocks away from my school, in a heap, still in disbelief about what happened. It was just total shock. I panicked, I didn't get the bus number, the driver's name, anything. All I knew was that it was a Big Blue Bus, line #2, 7:35 in the morning. And my iPod was on it.
I try not to panic, and I call the bus company and tell them I just lost my iPod, and the rest of the story. They say they'll keep a lookout for it, and I thank them. I go thorugh the day totally bummed, especially thinking about how I'm going to explain to my parents that I just lost a $300 birthday gift.
2 days later, I get a call from the bus line saying they have my iPod. Just to check, they ask me a few questions.
Yes, it's white.
Yes, it has four buttons above the wheel.
Yes, it has a lambda symbol with a little 2, and the back is brushed metal.
Once that's done, I started screaming and running around in circles in joy.
I go on Friday to pick it up, and lo and behold, the ONLY PERSON that can open the safe they put my iPod in isn't there. So I have to pick it up on Tuesday (long holiday weekend.)
Tuesday. I get out of school and grab the #3 bus and ride to about 4 blocks away from the bus HQ. I start walking, with 3 bigass books in my backpack, the rain pouring, and no umbrella. Screw it, I'm getting my iPod back. So I get there, totally soaked, and nicely ask for my iPod. They bring out an iPod in a pink case. And not just a similar-looking iPod, an almost brand-new fourth gen iPod. WTF?! Where's mine...how can you tell me this one has a brushed metal back...it's mirror shiny!!
ARGH!!
So I give them my contact info again, but with totally no hope this time. Damn. 2 weeks after I brushmetal it, too. *sniffle*
R.I.P "iPizzle"
August 9, 2003 - February 16, 2005
Where's my iPod?!
I double-check my pocket to make sure it really wasn't there. It wasn't. I look and the bus just begins to inch away from the stop. I turn around and run after it as it pulls away, yet the bus driver happens to not see some kid frantically running after the bus, yelling, and waving his arms around. I collapse, about one and a half blocks away from my school, in a heap, still in disbelief about what happened. It was just total shock. I panicked, I didn't get the bus number, the driver's name, anything. All I knew was that it was a Big Blue Bus, line #2, 7:35 in the morning. And my iPod was on it.
I try not to panic, and I call the bus company and tell them I just lost my iPod, and the rest of the story. They say they'll keep a lookout for it, and I thank them. I go thorugh the day totally bummed, especially thinking about how I'm going to explain to my parents that I just lost a $300 birthday gift.
2 days later, I get a call from the bus line saying they have my iPod. Just to check, they ask me a few questions.
Yes, it's white.
Yes, it has four buttons above the wheel.
Yes, it has a lambda symbol with a little 2, and the back is brushed metal.
Once that's done, I started screaming and running around in circles in joy.
I go on Friday to pick it up, and lo and behold, the ONLY PERSON that can open the safe they put my iPod in isn't there. So I have to pick it up on Tuesday (long holiday weekend.)
Tuesday. I get out of school and grab the #3 bus and ride to about 4 blocks away from the bus HQ. I start walking, with 3 bigass books in my backpack, the rain pouring, and no umbrella. Screw it, I'm getting my iPod back. So I get there, totally soaked, and nicely ask for my iPod. They bring out an iPod in a pink case. And not just a similar-looking iPod, an almost brand-new fourth gen iPod. WTF?! Where's mine...how can you tell me this one has a brushed metal back...it's mirror shiny!!
ARGH!!
So I give them my contact info again, but with totally no hope this time. Damn. 2 weeks after I brushmetal it, too. *sniffle*
R.I.P "iPizzle"
August 9, 2003 - February 16, 2005
