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I had a very long dream this morning, although I can't remember much before I entered Canadian Tire. Anyway, let me explain. I had walked into a Canadian Tire which was undergoing construction and I was looking for something. I can't remember what I was looking for, but I had this huge urge to go take a dump, and they had this toilet sitting out on display so I figured I might as well make good use of it. (Flashbacks of 'Jackass: The Movie' come to mind.)
Anyway, I had finished my duty and connected it to a hose so I could flush it properly. After I stepped around all of the construction and headed back to my car, I realized that my wallet was missing. I walked back into the store and found my wallet lying on the ground under an electric cable. I picked up the wallet and sifted through it as I walked back to my car. Everything seemed to be in order except for the fact that I was missing a fifty dollar bill and my debit and credit cards were missing.
Fortunately, the thief (or thieves) left the credit card hotline number in my wallet, so I stopped at a nearby shopping mall and called up the credit card company from my cell. It was some crazy number to dial, but I thought it might've been personalized for the card so that they knew who was having the problem.
So I got this guy on the phone who started asking me questions on what happened and stuff like that, so I started filling him in on the details. But something didn't feel right. Something didn't sound right at his end of the line, so I walked into the mall and didn't respond for a while. Eventually, the guy on the other end was asking if I was still there.
At that moment, I saw a longished haired guy with a goatee (blonde, medium build and wears glasses) walking up to the doors (to see what was going on) with this directional device and phone saying "Hello? Hello?"
in time with the inquiries on my phone. After he started walking back I decided to scream really loudly into the mouthpiece and the stranger immediately removed his headset. A lady behind me shouted:
"You'll hurt someone if you do that!"
My response was to point at the scammer. She reiterated her statement, and I pointed again.
Anyway, I followed behind this fellow (who was probably still in university) where he met up with a bunch of teenaged kids (all thin and goofy looking) and realized the gig was up. Well, I realized that I had them, but wasn't really in the mood to involve the cops so I introduced myself and shook hands with them. They all gave me pseudonyms which I can't remember, but I asked their leader to hand back my cards. He was complaining that they wouldn't have had to go through this rigmarole if they didn't need to get my PIN number and handed me a card. It wasn't mine.
Oops! Well, he went fishing in to find my card from a bag full of plastic and that's when I realized that the radio was on..
