here is the latest developments in my current dealings with the law.
I have included the first part in case you somehow didn't get it or
forget what is happening to me. If you want to skip over, just
scroll down till you hit the big gap. *sigh*
So there I was... Monday. I didn't have to work for work but I did
have yard work etc. to do for the professors. Afterwards I go to
Rite Aid to get some pictures developed. It is a disposable camera
and I've had it since mid June at least. I took pictures from
weddings, work and who knows what else. So I go and turn in the
camera, but I turn it in after the pick-up time for that day. This
means that they will be picked up on tuesday and I should come in on
wednesday to get them. Many wacko things happen at work on tuesday
and the rest of the week, as a matter of fact, wednesday through
friday I only actually accomplished 30 minutes of work.
Anyway, I go to Rite Aid on wednesday to pick up my pics. I tell
the lady my name. She looks for them and can't find them. I'm not
surprised given the day I just had. She tells me to come back the
next day and they will have them then.
Thursday. I go back to Rite Aid, again. I ask for my pictures, the
guy looks left, he looks right. He finds no pictures. In fact, he
finds that the whole day's worth of pictures are missing. He calls
the 800 number. He presses 6, 2, 5,... etc. etc. etc., finally he
talks to a live person...for 20 minutes. He must give this person
the 8 digit serial number for each packet of pictures. All 15 of
them. I'm not surprised. I want to go home. He tells me that they
are lost, the people are tracking them and that I should come back
tomorrow to pick up my pictures, again. I go to the apartment and
try to accomplish something there, but I don't, surprise surprise.
Friday. After a short day of not gettin anything done. We return
back to the lab where I checkout, tell everyone to have a good
weekend and leave. I pedal down to Rite Aid, once again, to pick up
my pictures, one more time, then I'll pedal to the apartment, throw
my stuff in the truck and go home. Right? Wrong. I go to Rite Aid.
A lady walks up to the counter to help me, asks what I need. I tell
her I have pictures and I try to explain that they should have been
in wednesday etc. etc. and I talked to some guy blah blah blah, but
she doesn't listen. She just asks my name, I tell her and of course
she can't find the pictures. So then I explain everything to her
again, this time she listens. Then she calls the manager up. The
manager comes walking up and it turns out to be the guy I had talked
to the day before.
Him: What's goin on?
Me: I'm back for my pictures, did you find them?
Him: Well..., you know what?
Me: He invented the steam engine.
Him: Who?
Me: What.
Him: What invented the steam engine???
Me: Yes.
Him: (without reaching for a packet of pictures) Ok. Uhhhh did you
take all those pictures on your camera??
Now at this point, the third time I've been standing in this guy's
store covered in mud, he still isn't trying to produce pictures. For
those of you who don't know what a bad sign looks like... this is it.
Me: Well its hard to tell I've had that camera for a while and
anyone could have taken some pictures with it...whhhyyyy???
Him: Do you remember what all was on that camera?
Me: Uhhh pictures of a wedding, pictures of a hole with logs in the
bottom of it, erm, a bunch of other random stuff.
Him: Yeah, you also had some pretty bizarre pictures on there.
Once again, I'm thinking a picture of me in a rubber ducky suit, but
he still isn't trying to show them to me.
Me: Yeah well I lead an interesting life.
Him: Did you check your answering machine before you came?
Me: No I came straight from work.
Him: You should have checked your machine.
Me: Well I'm here now.
Him: (much quieter) You had some disturbing pictures on there.
POLICE INVOLVEMENT!!!! DANGER DANGER DANGER!!!
At this point the mission impossible music begins to play in my
head. It has been a while since the days of Jackson and Tom so all
my mental cylinders aren't firing and I've just slammed into
overdrive. I now know why he isn't handing me any pictures and that
is because the police have them. I begin to eyeball the room
expecting to see the S.W.A.T. Team coming down the deoderant isle.
Yes ladies and gents, we have gone on red alert and we don't even
know why.
Me: Like what?
Him: Well, someone wrapped in duct tape.
I have no idea what he is talking about, this is even worse than I
thought.
Me: Completely?!?!?
Him: No, the hands and feet are bound. And you don't know who this
is?
Me: Hmmmmmmmmmmmm,... well, nooo, can I see the picture? Maybe then
I could figure this out.
Him: Well, I don't have them. As it turns out we had them when you
came in, but they were set aside because the developer saw the
pictures and reported it to us and we have to call the police. I
didn't know about all this yet.