Yesterday I found a wallet. Naturally, I tried to contact its owner, it wasn't about stealing it or anything like that. The address was there but because it was out of the way, I called the owner's bank and asked them to give the guy my number. Until noon today, the thought kept nagging at me if I shouldn't just take the cash out. It was only 45 Euros, it's not a fortune, but who couldn't make good use of it? But from the wallet I knew the owner had children and that he wasn't well-off, so I didn't do it. The phone rang today and the young man promised to come by soon. I considered once more: someone might have extracted the cash before I found the wallet. But, no, that would be a pretty shitty thing for me to do. When he came to get his wallet then, he was really unfriendly. He didn't even properly thank me. Just shook my hand and rushed off. And he didn't even look into the wallet. Fuck, I should have taken the money! Moral of the story: if someone gives you back your wallet whole, at least say thank you! Asshole!
I saw a red Ford Thunderbird on 2 inch rims in the mall parking lot, several people I knew had cars like this but not as nice and I knew they were great cars. I thought this would be a great time to live out my dreams and thrash a dream car. I used a coat hanger to get in the car and my screwdriver did the rest. I drove the car all day sideswiping parked cars until the gas went low. When the car was a total wreck I parked the car in a downtown parking garage destroyed the interior and left it. Later that evening I called my friend "Gary" for a ride to the club.
Gary proudly spoke on the phone he told me how he used his summer money to put in a radio in his car buy rims and paint his dreary white Ford Thunderbird in to a Red Sexy masterpiece.
He laughed on the phone and said he let his girlfriend drive it to work today. Gary also told me that She had just called him because she couldn't remember where the car was parked and was being driven around in a golf cart trying to find it. He laughed and said yeah I will take you in a few, when she returns with the car.
She didn't find the car, The police recovered it and I never told Gary who stole his car. I hate it when he brings up his "stolen car story" because sometimes I think he suspects it was me but never said so. I never stole a red car again.
I (w/23) was traveling on the tram in shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt as it was very hot. A young man, about 25, was sitting opposite to me and kept staring at my legs and between my legs. It felt as if he was trying to see through my shorts. We were the last in the tram when we approached the final stop. Shortly before arrival at the station I got up, stood in front of him and pulled down my shorts and slip to my knees. I asked him if he was happy now. I have no issues being naked, but his looks were really annoying. He probably needed a week to get his jaw back in place.