Alright, here’s the lowdown on that whole “Korda watch stolen” thing. It was a mess, but we figured it out eventually.
It all started last Tuesday, right? I’m heading to the gym, toss my bag in the locker, click it shut – you know, the usual. My Korda watch was in there, nothing fancy, but I liked the damn thing. Did its job. Came back after an hour of sweating and grunting, and bam! Locker’s jimmied, bag’s rummaged through, and the watch? Gone. Vanished. Poof.
First thought? “Seriously?” Second thought? “Okay, don’t panic, maybe it just fell out somewhere.” I retraced my steps, checked around the bench, even peeked in the showers (don’t judge). Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
Time to get serious. I went to the front desk, told the dude what happened. He looked like he’d rather be anywhere else, but he mumbled something about checking the security cameras. We went back, rewound the footage, and there it was – a grainy shot of some dude in a hoodie messing with the lockers. Couldn’t see his face, but definitely looked suspicious.
- Check the gym locker
- Reported to the front desk
- Checked the security cameras
The gym guy (whose name I think was Dave, or maybe Steve?) said they’d hand the footage over to the police. Cool, but honestly, I wasn’t holding my breath. I figured the watch was as good as gone. Decided to just go home and sulk.
Then, the next day, I had a brainwave. I remembered I had that Tile tracker thing I sometimes attach to my keys (because I’m a master of misplacing things). Figured, what the hell, maybe I accidentally put it on my watch strap. So I opened the Tile app, and wouldn’t you know it, it showed a location a few blocks away, near that pawn shop I always avoid.
Jackpot! I marched down there, Tile app open, heart pounding a little. Walked into the pawn shop, tried to act casual, and asked if they had any used watches for sale. The guy behind the counter was this huge, burly dude with a handlebar mustache. He gave me the once-over and pointed to a display case.
I pretended to browse, all the while keeping an eye on the Tile app. It was getting stronger… definitely in the shop. Then, I spotted it. My Korda watch. Right there, nestled between a Casio and some weird-looking digital thing.
“Hey, can I take a look at that one?” I asked, pointing at my watch. Handlebar gave me a grunt and pulled it out. I examined it closely, pretending to be interested. “Yeah, I think this is the one for me. How much?”
He quoted me a price, and I just nodded. “Okay, I’ll take it.” Paid the man, pocketed the watch, and walked out. Didn’t say a word about it being stolen. Didn’t want to cause a scene, or get into a wrestling match with Handlebar. I just wanted my damn watch back.
Aftermath? I called the police, told them I found my watch at the pawn shop, and gave them the address. They said they’d investigate. Whether they actually did or not, I don’t know. But hey, I got my Korda back. And I learned a valuable lesson: those little tracker things are worth their weight in gold.
The end.
