I never take any noteworthy electronics with me nowadays. Well, aside from my 3DS, and that one I keep hidden in my bag most of the time. My phone isn't worth more than the prepaid minutes on it and my MP3-player looks like shit (and most importantly, not an iSomething).
That one time I had my laptopbag with me in a regular laptopbag (you know, one that screams "Please steal me!") I was certain it would be stolen, but... Okay, here's the whole story:
I was on my way home from my boyfriend. It had snowed and trains were running late all over the country. Before leaving I had called my dad asking if he'd pick me up from the nearby train station since there was a huge chance I'd have to wait an hour for the bus. Despite a small delay I made it to the final train station in time. Sure, my bus had left minutes before I arrived, but my dad would pick me up, so whatever.
So I waited. After twenty minutes it was obvious my dad wasn't going to come. He's extremely punctual, so unless something really bad happened he'd be on time. Early even. Worried, I tried to find a payphone, but apparantly they had removed those a few month prior. Shit.
There was nothing I could do except for wait for the next bus. The bus station was quiet, but not eerily deserted so I pulled out my GBA and started the game my boyfriend had lend me: Fire Emblem. Just when I was about to cut down my first bandit, a young man approached me. He asked me which would be the fastest way to get to a nearby town: bus or train. I told him he should take the train, despite the weather it would still be faster than the bus.
Then he tried to engage me in some small talk. Before long he was asking how old I was and where I went to school. I tried to answer his questions neutrally without giving to much information while quietly putting my GBA away. He told me my hair was pretty. Would I like a job? He knew a place that paid well. I'd be like a waitress and I'd make lots of money just talking to customers and serving them drinks.
Of course I was starting to get scared, especially when I saw the bus station was a lot emptier than before. Luckily I spotted a mother and her son. They were pretty far away though. I moved from my bench, pretending I wanted to double check the departure times. The man stayed close. With hair like mine, customers would come running for me. Especially if I did something extra for them. Nothing bad. Just massages. I'd make a lot of money and be able to buy nice things for myself. Like a new coat. Wouldn't I love a new coat? If I wanted the job, I'd have to act now. Before another girl would take it. It'd be fun. I'd get to know new people. Learn new things. Things a girl my age should learn. Customers would love my long, golden hair. Fortunately that was when we got in hearing range of the mother and her son. He bid me a hastily farewell and left the station, walking away from the train platforms.
When I got home I heard my dad had gone to the station, but he left almost immediatly after my mom called his cellphone. My cousin had died. He was just four hours old...