Robbed… maybe?

Yesterday after gym (5km run in 25 minutes, woohoo!) I did my usual routine of a steam and a shower before leaving. When I came out of the shower and got back to my locker, I was thrown because there was no lock there. At first I thought I must have been in the wrong locker bay (they all look the same), but I double checked, and sure enough I was in the right spot.

When I opened the locker that I was sure was mine, all my clothes were hanging there, so then I was really confused. What happened to my padlock? There was another guy there – Bart (may not be his real name) – who noticed my hesitation and asked if everything was ok. After I explained to him that my lock seemed to be missing, he told me that a little earlier, there was another guy in the bay who had found a lock on the floor. Bart said that the other guy also complained that someone had mistakenly put a lock onto his locker.

It all seemed a bit strange, so I checked through my stuff and my heart-rate monitor, ipod, and wallet were all there. So I was happy that there must have been a mix up, and perhaps the guy that found my lock had handed it in.

Unfortunately though, about 15 minutes after I had left the gym I tried to call Kristy and realised that my phone was missing.

I’m not sure what really happened now. I’m certain that it wasn’t Bart – he was a gentle old soul. Kristy’s theory is that the guy who “found the lock on the floor” had actually cut my lock off the locker, and started going through my stuff. Perhaps when Bart walked into the bay, he interrupted the thief who then made up a story and walked out with my phone (which was in the pocket of my trackies).

The lucky thing for me is that all the stuff that’s actually worth stealing was kind-of buried under my sweaty gym gear, at the back of the locker. And also, the phone is on its last legs – it gets maybe 2 days of battery life, and the screen is practically unreadable. So of all the things to have stolen, I guess the phone is probably the least valuable – seriously, my Snow Patrol tour shirt would have been a better option. But still, it’s disconcerting.

I’ll head to work today via the gym and ask if it’s been handed in – I guess there’s a slim chance that I simply dropped it, but that doesn’t explain what happened to my lock. Either way, I’m pretty confident it won’t be there.

Update: Yep, as suspected, the phone is gone, and the gym staff were no help. In fact, they simply said, “you probably just left it somewhere”. I don’t think so.