The first unglued.org excursion
[part 1 of…?]
jp: How exactly did it happen?
After David had selected the proper outfit for the occasion, we set out for the police station (comisario) nearest David’s apartment – also 2 or 3 blocks from the scene of the crime. We found it without too much trouble. There were a few people waiting on the bench lining the wall of the office. David approached the woman behind the counter.
So what did she say?
We didn’t know exactly where the other comisario was, so we had to drop by David’s apartment to consult a map. It turned out to be quite a hike, but we were determined to finish the task, so off we trudged.
After a quick initial conversation, we had to wait at the next comisario until the officer in charge had time to take our report. After about half an hour, an officer came over to us. He was sporting a british flag beside his badge, and spoke to us in English. As is our custom, we replied in Spanish. He asked David if he had the serial number for the phone that was lost.
Of course he did. It was sitting on the table of his apartment.
Temporarily defeated, we dragged ourselves home, resolving to try again another day.
jp: How exactly did it happen?
dr: Sorry, I'm pleading the fifth on that one. Doesn't that mean I don't have to say anything that might embarass myself? Anyway, the point is my cell phone was stolen. Not the biggest deal in the world -- I didn't even mean to bring it to Argentina, and it was a fluke that I realized it would work here. So with the distant hope of getting it back somehow, I decided to report it to the Buenos Aires police.
After David had selected the proper outfit for the occasion, we set out for the police station (comisario) nearest David’s apartment – also 2 or 3 blocks from the scene of the crime. We found it without too much trouble. There were a few people waiting on the bench lining the wall of the office. David approached the woman behind the counter.
So what did she say?
We’re at the wrong comisario.But you live in this district, and we’re right next to the park where the phone was stolen?
Apparently the park is really in another precinct. Charcas and something.So off we went.
We didn’t know exactly where the other comisario was, so we had to drop by David’s apartment to consult a map. It turned out to be quite a hike, but we were determined to finish the task, so off we trudged.
After a quick initial conversation, we had to wait at the next comisario until the officer in charge had time to take our report. After about half an hour, an officer came over to us. He was sporting a british flag beside his badge, and spoke to us in English. As is our custom, we replied in Spanish. He asked David if he had the serial number for the phone that was lost.
Of course he did. It was sitting on the table of his apartment.
Temporarily defeated, we dragged ourselves home, resolving to try again another day.
previously there was Going up in smoke?
afterwards you have voices
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