so my friend david got home around 2am last night, the porch door’s open and his computer’s gone. he checks find my — it’s pinging somewhere around market street.
so he calls sfpd, tells them he literally knows where it is. they say “we’ll send someone to market street” and won’t let him come along even though he’s got the live location. obviously they don’t find anything. instead they start poking around this creepy abandoned nursing home nextdoor his house, trying to figure out how someone got onto his porch.
david keeps watching find my and sees the signal moving back toward his house, so he decides to just go for it. starts walking that direction, and about a third of a mile from home he passes this homeless guy. glances at the app — the computer’s now behind him.
he turns around, asks the guy, “hey, you got a computer?” the guy says yeah. david asks, “did you take it from my house?” the guy goes, “no, found it on the street.”
so david asks if he can take a look — and the dude literally shows him not just his computer, but also his roommate’s computer and a kindle.
david goes, “okay, these are mine, can i have them back?” and the guy just says “sure.”
so he walks all the stuff back to the cops, who are still screwing around in the abandoned nursing home like it’s resident evil. they’re amazed and tell him, “we should give you a badge.”
a true san francisco story.