The Grinch Who Stole My Phone

That's right. My phone is gone. As of this morning between 7 and 7:30 I am phoneless. Crap.

How did it happen? I wasn't paying attention, that's how. I was in Managua this morning and I hopped on the 110 intercity bus. I had to cross town from the UCA to my bus terminal. I had plenty of time but was still pleased when I saw the big green bus (coincidence? I think NOT!) pull up moments after I exited a microbus.

It.was.packed. No, it was beyond packed. Another guy and I were standing in the staircase for the first bit (don't worry, they don't drive fast). Everyone was crushed up against each other. It sucked. I should've waited for the next bus (which really, probably would've been just as bad), but I didn't.

Finally I made it up the staircase and into the aisle. I reached for my phone to check the time. Gone. It was in my right side pocket of my jeans. No more. Maybe it's in my backpack, I thought. After all, sometimes I put it in there. I looked. Not in the small pocket. I never put it in the big part. That's when it hit me:

I'VE BEEN ROBBED!

Commence my freakout as I realize my wallet and mp3 player were in my backpack. I open the big part, sure they would be gone. I see them both and they are safe and sound. I traveled a little smart and didn't have them on the top of my bag. And yet...they now were on the top of all my stuff. What was missing?

My toiletries bag. That's right. A Nicaraguan thief is walking around Managua with my cell phone (luckily they're pre-paid, unlucky I just put money on it), my toothbrush, a tube of toothpaste, and my deodorant. Granted, there were a few other things in there, but come ON!

So...that's that. I am phoneless. I'll let you guys know the new number when I get one.

(And before you think it, no I'm not running around with unbrushed teeth. I have a backup toothbrush, I bought new toothpaste and new deodorant. Thank you very much.)