A bit over due...

So this post is a bit over due because it happened a couple weeks ago but I just didn’t feel like writing about it before; however, the details are essential for what comes next.

Let me start off by saying that I lived in New York City all of my life and have never had anything stolen. Please knock on wood. I was in Zara trying on jeans and went back out to get another size. Did I leave my backpack with my wallet in the dressing room? No, I was smart and took it with me. Well, I returned to the dressing room to notice my book bag was open with my wallet gone. I told the women working at the the dressing room and she ran with me downstairs to security. I was pleasantly surprised how well she responded to the incident but she didn’t seem very surprised by what had happen.

We filed a report at the store and headed back to DIS (my school) because my key (oh, and address) was safely in my wallet. I was sent to the police station to get a police report. Luckily I ran into one of my friends who volunteered to come along for the adventure because the police station they sent me to was closed and I had to find another one. I didn’t have to wait at all to make a police report.

I made it back to DIS to find how we could change my lock! While waiting for Martin to figure how we could take care of everything another friend showed up with M&M’s and water. Dam I have good friends. Martin handed me a map, put me on a bus, he got on his bike and told me to meet him somewhere that was pointed out on the map. What? I had no idea where I was going. I turned to the person standing next to me, showed her the map and said – are we near there yet? She told me she would tell me when to get off. I walked off the bus and Martin was waiting with his bike. We walked to a locksmith and he gave me all the essentials to take out my current lock and put in a new one- we thought.

The screwdriver they gave me could take out every screw in the door except the one I needed. I called the number they told me to call if I had any problems; no one answered. DIS called a locksmith who came and reassured me that they had given me the incorrect screwdriver!

I had a new lock but still could not get into my mailbox because it was the same key. I had been waiting for my CPR card (basically like a social security card; it allows you access to the library, free health care and all the other essentials in Denmark).