Bikes. It's always bikes
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Not mine but from me and it sucks a little. I had a great pair of safety boots, very understandable that they would go missing. I don't have a locker as I don't need one, still a little surprised they went missing.
I always wonder whats up with people who steal shoes. Like, do you really fit them though? Wearing the wrong size fucks you feet up one way or another. So what all are they thinking there?
But also, work shoes are hellllluhhh expensiveeeee! I mean, when they're good. Or they can be absolute dog shit (but do what they've gotta do) and be cheap. But a good pair, I could see someone eyeballing. But when you show up to work in someone's shoes how do you explain you're not a premium fuck-face magee!?
Ty for sharing =)
I had a car broken into, but there wasn’t anything worth taking, so they slashed a tire on their way out. Luckily they left enough clear fingerprints that they were actually ID’d and had to pay for my slashed tire. They had broken into several cars in the area and I guess their fingerprints on my window was their undoing.
Frankly it was more insulting that they didn’t think any of my stuff was worth taking. :/
One winter evening I got a notification about possible fraudulent charges on my credit card. I had not in fact gone to Redbox twice that day, so I told them to replace the card. I got home and really had to pee so I beelined it to the bathroom. It occurred to me that it was really cold inside for some reason, and when I got out of the bathroom I noticed the living room window was open. Then I looked around and noticed that on my way to the bathroom I had walked past a bunch of drawers and cabinets that were also open.
Luckily not much of consequence got stolen. Whoever it was probably didn't have a car because everything that was taken was small. We had a nice TV and my ex had a nice computer that were both still there. On my end, I was missing that credit card (I had accidentally left it on my desk after making an online purchase) and my wedding and engagement rings. I was in the middle of a divorce and wasn't going to keep them anyway, so hopefully someone else got some enjoyment out of them.
Yo, that would scare the living shit out of me and I would be looking like a real psycho with whatever weapon I could make and teetering my short ass down the joint praying I don't have to come at anyone. Cause I sure as fuck would not be winning that fight. I am glad they ran off with your bs and that you guys were okay. But hot damn. I would be locking everything under the sun from that point on. We went through it once, a friend and I. They went through their window. Later a lady at the smoke shop (because I used to smoke beedis like a real sophisticated "gentleman") gave me the low-low for taking chunks of wood and putting ten pounds of screws in there. Up until that point I basically just would wedge it. Tbh though, while we ended up sleeping together (not like...sexually just we were both Scooby Doo levels of freaked out and would share my bed cause they didn't feel safe in their joint anymore). I just didn't feel the need for more than locking up and a plank. I think they just moved it cause they wanted fresh air and they got lazy with it and that's how stuff goes bad. I think about it sometimes, because I think it was the guys who lived behind us and were sweeter than pie to us. But I also once (when smoking one of my beedis like the "boss bitch" I was) saw something in the shadows and legitimately shouted "CREEPER, NO CREEPING!" Thank baby jesus that my buddies were outside with me cause it actually was a real ass creeper slinking around like a mother fucking creeper. And I think if it wasn't those dudes, it most def was that mother fucker. But either way, nasty people can get fucked.
The was in the 90s when I was growing up. Some asshole straight up came into my parent’s house and took these expensive ass Guess shorts while I was napping. Also had my wallet and ID in there. In a few days, the ID showed back up in my mailbox. I have a feeling it was a scumbag dude I grew up with but I’ll never truly know for sure.
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I've been robbed twice. The first time was a classic trick. One day after school, I was trading Pokémon cards as usual. I had just received a new pack and went to the kid who checked for fake cards. He told me that one card, the Kyogre EX, was fake. I was suspicious because I had mentioned that Kyogre was one of my favorites. He explained that the redness on the back and the paper thickness were off. I trusted him and showed him my entire collection, keeping the Kyogre. After chatting for a bit, I took my book and went home.
The next day, I did the same thing, but when I got home, my entire collection was gone. My mom called some teachers, and it was a big deal because losing something as a kid feels devastating. A few weeks later, the kid approached me and said he found something in the boys' locker. I checked, and it was my collection, but my beloved Kyogre and Pikachu were missing. I asked him directly why he took those two cards, and he denied it. He offered to trade me for "similar" cards. I agreed, lost five cards, but got my two favorites back.
The second time I was robbed was about two years ago. A seemingly legitimate Amazon delivery driver rang my doorbell, handed me my package, and started making small talk about how beautiful my lawn was and how he wanted someone to make his lawn look like mine. At that moment, I had no idea what was happening. I later suspected that my bike and skis were taken and stuffed into the delivery van. To clarify, it wasn't an Amazon Prime delivery, but it looked similar because of the blue color.
After the small talk, he said goodbye, and I checked my package. To my surprise, it was an old book, like the free ones libraries give away. I felt something was off, but since I’m not a morning person, I went to work without thinking much about it. When I got home and went through my usual routine, I felt like I had forgotten something. I remembered the Amazon guy and the package, and then I realized that Amazon doesn’t ship to my country. I know that sounds like an important detail to forget, but I can be pretty forgetful.
Confused, I checked my lawn and then turned my home upside down, quickly noticing my bike and skis were missing. The bike wasn’t a huge loss since I didn’t ride much, but it still hurt because bikes aren’t cheap. The skis were particularly upsetting because they were a gift from someone very important to me. Luckily, my insurance covered everything, but the sentimental value can never be replaced. The police were informed, and some of my neighbors were also missing items.
a) Fuck that kid, he's probably a total dipshit to this day. I often wonder are people just born this way, or do they learn it by being around equally shitty people.
b) I'm not a morning person either. My brain never works, but especially prior to 10:30. It's like the wild west up in here. I'm sorry a dip decided to sketch you out of your safety. Again. I've lost sentimental stuff overtime and it smarts every time but in the end I always figure the bond (love) is bigger than the things. Even when it's like - familial stuff. Thank you for sharing though, it was a solid read. Big hugs!
Got one of those rare holo hieroglyph Mew pokemon cards stolen when i was a kid, i still think about it.