To the best of my knowledge, those are their real names and badge numbers.
The Czech tourist information desks are peopled by the blind. The blind info desk woman at the main Praha bus station directed me to the nearest police station. i pushed the call button outside the police station, and they let me in. I walk into the police station waiting room in the early evening on a Monday. and it's dark. No police. Nobody.
Bus stations are notorious for being in some of the worst neighborhoods of Western urban areas. The Paris bus station is so incredibly disgusting, if one were to urinate anywhere in the station, your urine could only make the station cleaner. As for the Czechs, if that's the worst neighborhood they got, I recommend skipping France entirely and spending your money in the Czech Republic.
Daniel drove. I think. He seemed...different. Later, back at the station when he showed me his Bronze Medal from the Special Olympics, I began to understand. I'm in the back seat. Martina's shotgun. The siren is wailing. Lights are flashing, and the cop car is speeding through the streets of Prague, hurtling toward the little blip on my FindMyFxxkWit app.
The digital display on Martina's handheld shows her what I'm thinking. For example, if I say one thing, the display gives her the double, triple, etc. entendres, similar to the software that some US Border Crossing computers display when you roll up to the official. Daniel is driving with one hand, texting his bf with the other, and occasionally, in a very distracted manner, asking Martina for clarification of what I'm thinking or where he's turning on busy city streets, weaving around the street cars at a high rate of speed in the dark. When Daniel asks Ms. Vindušková (whom I wouldn't have kicked out of bed for eating crackers) a question, she has to put down her personal device, which she was using to post to whatever iMetA app the stupid Kyke came up with recently, and view the cop device to give him an answer.
Eventually, we arrive at Gollum's abode, and pile out.
Enter a 3 story walk up. Daniel knocks on the first floor door. I have the distinct sensation of being a Police K-9, trying to decipher the addons Apple is sending me to supplement the app's information. For example, the app has no elevation function, so there's no way to know which of the three apartments might contain my iPhone 16 Pro Max. Later, Daniel confided in me that although they had repeatedly tried to reacquire iPhones using the FindMy app, they had not been successful to date.
First floor apartment answered by a parent and child. I recognised the child and told Daniel so, I added that the parent was facing the counter at Starbucks, where I'd last seen my phone in my personal belongings at a table. I never got a good look at the parent's face, although the physique seemed similar. BrandiQ confirmed my suspicions, and Brandi now reminds me that I got a quick glimpse of the parent's face later in the Starbucks. Parent denies having phone.
Walk to third floor. Bag of apples on landing, which I point out to Daniel, to whom I had explained my Apple relationship when I first entered the police station. No answer from third floor knock.
Knock on second floor. No light under door, and no sound. Daniel knocks again. Door opened by Gollum the GameBoy, and I step behind the cops to appear less threatening. Gollum admits to having phone, which he goes and gets, and gives to Daniel who hands IT to me. Maritina repeatedly queries Gollum about how he got the phone, and within a minute, his story changes repeatedly. He claims he found the phone. Oftentimes, people who 'find' things, take them to the lost and found.
