At some point this evening, between the Ver­i­zon Wire­less store and Qdoba, both in Rockville, MD, some­one stole my brand new Nexus 7. If you’ve been read­ing my blog in the last week or so, you know how much I went through just to get the damned thing. Now it’s gone. I didn’t even real­ize that the Nexus 7 was gone until I got home. I hold myself account­able because I left the tablet out of my back­pack on the back seat. (I am also kick­ing myself for not enabling the lock screen on the Nexus 7.) Clearly, I must have left the doors to the car unlocked, because the win­dows are in tact and there was no force­able entry.

Of course, once I dis­cov­ered that I had been jacked, I scram­bled to change every con­ceiv­able pass­word, dis­able Google Wal­let, and offered up a gen­er­ous heap­ing of curse words for the new owner of my Nexus 7. I also pushed the Plan B app to the Nexus 7 in the hopes that if some­one con­nects the device to a WiFi net­work, I will be able to see its where­abouts. If it’s on a wire­less net­work long enough, I can let the police know.

[deep breath]

I am really bummed about this; but I admit that part of me won­ders if it just wasn’t meant to be. Per­haps all the has­sles with ship­ping were an omen that I should have heeded.

Lar­ceny sucks!