Fucking Lol. These last two weeks for me, I fucking swear.
Some kids just tried to accuse me of stealing their cell phone. I had just jogged home from the gym since my car is in the shop from the accident I was in last week, and was spraying weed killer on the front lawn, and some 10-12 year old kid comes up to me and asks if I had seen a phone around my property. I said no and helped him look around a bit, but found nothing. He ran back across the street with his three other friends and started looking around the school campus/field.
So I go back to what I was doing and I receive a call from my boy asking if I want to go eat lunch. As I'm talking, one of the kids starts yelling my way. I answer back and he yells "Hey, that's my friends phone!" What the fuck? I'm like "Kid, this is my phone" but he claims that the phone just rang when he called it. "Is the phone a blue Galaxy s3?" "Well yeah, but his is my blue galaxy s3. I can show you pictures of myself, text messages, etc. if you want." They request that I do.
So I walk across the street and show them the phone itself, which has a case on it, and you'd think that'd be enough but Naw. So I start scrolling through my freaking pictures, etc. "You pleased?" "That's definitely my friend's phone, you just copied pictures from Facebook." What the fuck is wrong with this kid? "Kid, this is my phone. Call xxx-xxx-xxxx if you don't believe me." But he refuses to and calls his mom, and literally says "Mom, this Mexican guy stole Jerry's phone and won't give it back... yadda yadda yadda." Mexican? This little motherfucker... But whatever, I'm like cool, I can finally put this shit to rest.
The mom drives up like 3-5 minutes later, I guess she lives close. She approaches me and starts yelling at me. I'm like "lady this is my phone," and show her pictures of myself, the phone number tied to the phone, videos of myself, etc. Somehow she's still not pleased. I'm pissed at this point, so I get sarcastic. I show her the current ringtone which is 'I'm Black Ya'll' from CB4 and am like "would he have this ringtone?" (he's white) She tells me "there's no need to get smart. I'm just trying to get to the bottom of this." And this crazy ass has the nerve to ask if I have proof of purchase, or else she's going to have to call the authorities. What the fuck is wrong with this family? So I'm like whatever, be right back. I go in my house and bring back the box to the phone. I swear to God, if she asks for the receipts I'm choppin this woman in the throat. But the box was enough. She apologized, claiming that "you never can trust someone lol" and walked off. Wasted 20-30 minutes of my fucking life with this bullshit.