You thank whatever gods might exist that you had your phone in your pocket instead of in your bag. You pull it out and call the authorities. After what feels like an age you get through to someone who takes down your location and the description of the teen. They tell you they'll call you with an update but don't hold your breath. You're kicking yourself for not taking that insurance when it was offered and try to remember the last time you backed up your data. By the time you're done with all that you figure work is a wash. You call in mugged and look around for something to take your mind off this shitty day.
