Thanks for the memories JERKFACE

Ryan was able to recover his phone from the thieving, skanky ho who stole it from him on Wednesday night. I don't want to go into great lengths about it. Maybe I do. He was hangin at the Holiday with his BBFF's on Wednesday night after their usual b-ball game. At around 12:30 a.m. two damsels in distress rolled into the parking lot on their rim. Ryan and the BBFF's offered to change the tire for them. The driver tried to find the tire iron and could not. She asked to borrow a phone to call her aunt because it was her car. Ryan let her borrow his. She called multiple times and the aunt called back, but the tire iron could not be found. Ryan and one of the BBFF's offered to go the BBFF's dad's house (it was real close by) and get an iron. Another BBFF went to Auto Zone to buy one (he said he needed one anyway). Ryan took the phone back from her before he went. They all returned with tire irons and got the flat changed. Meanwhile, she borrowed the phone again and called her aunt multiple times while it was being changed. The damsels said thanks and were going to drive away. Ryan said, "Where's my phone?" Driver damsel said, "Oh, we left it over by your truck." Ryan immediately thought that was fishy and looked over by his truck, saw it wasn't there and turned to catch the license plate number. A BBFF thought to do the same thing. The damsels were driving away real casual like, so they were able to catch it. He immediately borrowed a BBFF's phone and called the police. A policeman arrived and told him that nothing could be done about it because it was a civil matter now. Ryan had entered into a verbal contract with the damsel by allowing her to use his phone. What crap. What has this world come too? Being nice to someone and then being victimized by them doesn't qualify as theft. Ryan and the BBFF's heard her say that she was going to be meeting her aunt at the Flying J on the way to Tooele. (That's where she lived.) The policeman said if it was him, he would go there and try to catch them. They all jumped in a car and were off on an excellent adventure. While in the car, they continued to call his phone multiple times. One time it called back and the damsel didn't know that it did. Ryan listened in for the time it took to get to Flying J. At least 20 minutes. He heard music and the radio stations being changed and then finally someone said, "Is that thing on?" Ryan said hello and then click. One of the BFF's, through a connection that shall not be named, was able to trace the license plate of the car. They got to the Flying J, looked up the name of the owner and called the house. He spoke to her and her uncle who she lives with. Hilarity ensued. Now, time to kind of make a long story short. After multiple versions of the story from her and her being in no real hurry to get it back to him and him kindly insisting that she must, he got it back this afternoon. I think that she probably crapped her big, fat pants a few times trying to figure out how they found her. However, I'm sure she's not remorseful. Anyone who would steal a cell phone from a Good Samaritan after they had helped her, obviously has no scruples. I just hope that she got a little scared. I really am grateful that he got it back. I prayed real hard that he would. (I have her cell phone number and I would love nothing more than to leave her a scathing voice mail.) I'm glad that Ryan took the high road in all of this crap.