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Purloining Postdoc's Property
Dec. 13th, 2011 10:32 pmSo I took the A up to Yeshiva to visit a collaborator on Monday, and, as I do, I spent a good chunk of the trip up reading cheerfully away on my phone. Upon getting off the train, I noticed the weight of my bag felt wrong - and this was because several pockets had been opened, causing things to flap about.
The innermost pocket had been opened. The side pockets had been opened. And here's the irony: except for pens, scratch paper, the odd math paper, and the various miscellany that make up my existence, there was nothing in the opened pockets! There was a camera hidden in a deep pocket within a pocket within a pocket, but that was not taken.
In fact, nothing was taken. I suspect the would-be thief was throughly disgusted with my inability to provide him with a laptop, or tablet, etc. A cautionary tale, but a happy one.
The innermost pocket had been opened. The side pockets had been opened. And here's the irony: except for pens, scratch paper, the odd math paper, and the various miscellany that make up my existence, there was nothing in the opened pockets! There was a camera hidden in a deep pocket within a pocket within a pocket, but that was not taken.
In fact, nothing was taken. I suspect the would-be thief was throughly disgusted with my inability to provide him with a laptop, or tablet, etc. A cautionary tale, but a happy one.
