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Dude, where's my laptop?

I received this forwarded email from an astronomy professor who had his computer recently stolen. I've changed his name to protect his identity since I didn't ask for permission to post it in a public forum. I didn't ask for permission because I didn't want him to say no. This is just too good not to share.

Dear Robert,

I'm a student in Singapore, a small country in North West Asia. I am using your notebook, it is Macbook pro Core duo 2.0ghz. I has bought it from Ebay in Singapore last few days. And I found your information here.

But I have a problem that you set password on your computer, and now I cannot install more applications, and I cannot also set my information in this notebook. If you don't mind, would you like send me the password of this notebook, and I can change the information. Thank you very much and nice to see you.

-Danny Cheng

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My thesis adviser is also on the list and offered this idea:

Robert,

I'm stunned and speechless. But here's my suggestion.

Dear Danny,

If you send me $100, I will send you the password.

best,
Robert




Comments

Bonzer said…
You are right. That *was* too good not to share. I can't imagine having my computer stolen and then getting that email. Unreal.
martha said…
OK. So did that guy really buy the computer from ebay? He didn't know it was stolen? How Bizarre!!
Nanna Martha
JohnJohn said…
I suspect the guy unwittingly purchased a stolen computer. Pretty fun, overall. It's kind of a feel-good ending to what started out as a really bad story. Well, it felt good to laugh at it, anyway. Still probably sucks to have your computer stolen no matter what funny emails you get afterward.

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