So last week, I went into the computer lab and some girl had left her email logged in. “How foolish,” I thought, sending her an email from herself that cautioned young Emily Klein about the inherent dangers of leaving your email logged in. “Fortunately for you,” I wrote, “I’m a nice guy, and I’m going to log you out without messing with you.”
I thought that was the end of it, I had played a small part in the education of Emily Klein, teaching her things that you couldn’t learn in school; perhaps at school would be correct, however, to my dismay (or delight) when I went to log into facebook this tuesday at the computer lab, alas! the young lass had once again left herself at the mercy of cyberwolves. Obviously young Emily had not learned her lesson, and indeed more drastic measures were needed.
After I changed her status to “I left my computer logged in at the computer lab.” I logged her out, and then went to check my email. Well well well… look who was still logged in. Little Emily IS foolish. I decided to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t forget.
Going back to facebook, I typed in her email and then clicked Forgot Password. It sent me a link to her email that let me to reset her password to youseewhatcanhappen? (password strength: weak, but what do I care?) Not being entirely cruel, I then sent her a message from her email.
“Dearest Emily,” read the note, “My my! You obviously haven’t learned your lesson! Now you will realize the dangers of leaving yourself logged in at public places. I have taken the liberty of changing your facebook password. You now realize how easily I could have ruined your social life! However, I remain a nice person. I hope that next Tuesday I won’t find you logged in…for your sake.
Regards,
Mystery Man
"Sir could you step out of the vehicle please?" That's what I heard as I was ordering my delicious Chicken Spicy Jack Quesadilla in the Del Taco drivethru last night. In my rear-view mirror I glimpsed a policeman at the window of the SUV behind me. He handcuffed the guy and asked if he had any weapons or drugs in the car, and I immediately thought of the weapons and drugs I have in MY car.
"Sir? Hello?"
Oh yeah, I was ordering. Anyways, I'll have a Diet Coke with light ice, that's LIGHT ice mind you, and that's it. So I drive around and pick up my food, and by the time I pull around into the parking lot and get into Natasha's little orange box, there were 5 cop cars surrounding this guy and they were rifling through his SUV like it was an episode of TJ Hooker. Just then, Dillon and Dom pull up and TOTALLY BLOCK OUR VIEW. We frantically wave them off, but they just sit there, grinning. So we pull forward, look over, and get this, one of the cops is going through the drivethru while the other guys are taking care of business. That's what I'm talking about.
So anyways, we're watching all this unfold with great delight, shushing each other and enjoying our strawberry shakes (which have REAL strawberries!! Thanks Cami!) and they eventually let the guy go. He does an abrupt u-turn (I was kinda hoping he'd stick it to the man and go through the drivethru, but alas no such luck) and drove away.
As you can imagine, we are DYING to know what happened, and Isabel declares that as a tax-paying citizen, she has the right to know. So she walks over to the cop car, waves, and introduces herself to Officer Ron, who is more than willing to share his manly cop-doing-his-duty-fighting-crime-and-protecting-young-innocent-girls-such-as-yourself story with her. I guess there was a burglary and that guy's car matched the description. Kind of a let down...
But can you imagine being that guy?! SO excited for your Del Beef Burrito, and then BAM! handcuffs and public humiliation. I guess it just goes to show that...well, I've got nothing.
Don't drive a similiar SUV as a criminal I suppose.
"Sir? Hello?"
Oh yeah, I was ordering. Anyways, I'll have a Diet Coke with light ice, that's LIGHT ice mind you, and that's it. So I drive around and pick up my food, and by the time I pull around into the parking lot and get into Natasha's little orange box, there were 5 cop cars surrounding this guy and they were rifling through his SUV like it was an episode of TJ Hooker. Just then, Dillon and Dom pull up and TOTALLY BLOCK OUR VIEW. We frantically wave them off, but they just sit there, grinning. So we pull forward, look over, and get this, one of the cops is going through the drivethru while the other guys are taking care of business. That's what I'm talking about.
So anyways, we're watching all this unfold with great delight, shushing each other and enjoying our strawberry shakes (which have REAL strawberries!! Thanks Cami!) and they eventually let the guy go. He does an abrupt u-turn (I was kinda hoping he'd stick it to the man and go through the drivethru, but alas no such luck) and drove away.
As you can imagine, we are DYING to know what happened, and Isabel declares that as a tax-paying citizen, she has the right to know. So she walks over to the cop car, waves, and introduces herself to Officer Ron, who is more than willing to share his manly cop-doing-his-duty-fighting-crime-and-protecting-young-innocent-girls-such-as-yourself story with her. I guess there was a burglary and that guy's car matched the description. Kind of a let down...
But can you imagine being that guy?! SO excited for your Del Beef Burrito, and then BAM! handcuffs and public humiliation. I guess it just goes to show that...well, I've got nothing.
Don't drive a similiar SUV as a criminal I suppose.
Dramafree '07
No Regrets '08
This year, I propose About Time '09. A year where we do all those things that we've wanted to but never have; a year of ambition; a year of successes and failures, a year of trying something fresh. No inhibitions, but an overwhelming feeling of empowerment. You've always wanted to go skydiving? Do it. Wanted to travel to a foreign land? Buy a ticket. Wanted to star in a motion picture? Move to India.
This is the year we remember, the year we combined our We-don't-care attitudes from '08 with the reckless abandon of '01. You know what that adds up to. So go out there, talk to that girl, buy that motorcycle, climb that mountain, and live your life.
