in true dipshit laura fashion today i left my phone on the train, possiblity the 6th time i have done this, so im sitting in class bored out of my brain whilst we rattle on about some nobel prize winner when i realize i dont have it on my person.
so, a mate from uni lent me his phone and i called it, a oldish sounded asian man answered and asked me what my phone looked like, cause of course i could have been some dodgy person who knew my phone was lost and had my number and elaborately wanted to steal it, anyho once his security checks had gone through successfully, i asked him if he would drop it into melbourne central station where he said he was near and i would go pick it up, suspiciously he asked if i would meet him out the front of teh state library. "i wear white shirt" he assured me and i felt as if this was a dodgy first date...
i grabbed my mate lochie from uni and we went down to meet this mysterious asian man, i was a little nervous.
when we got there, indeed he was wearing a white shirt and was the cutest little old man, probably about 50 and he immediatletly had the hugest grin and handed me my phone.
i said thank you profusly and he just smiled and said your welcome your welcome.
So this is me sendinf out light and love and all those things that you send out to the world and its usually fuckinfg horribvle inhabitants who are bastard junkie station rat mother fuckers like the waste of sperm bastard at boronia coles who told a guy he would "rob your fucking house cunt" cause he looked at him weird.
so thank you anonymous little asian man, may your shirts stay white and your phone stay in your pocket!