Jan 05 2012
Someone Broke in.
Probably one of the most disturbing things that can happen in the morning, just before going to work, is walking into your garage and realizing that someone broke in during the night — well this is what happened to me this morning. I opened my door and it took me a minute before I realized that I didn’t leave the light on, or the trunk of my car open or the garage door 1/2 way up.
Believe it or not, I’m the type of person that actually keeps to myself. I’ve met my neighbors while walking my dog. I try not to turn the TV on too loud, I make sure that I lock my doors, I try and unplug things when they’re not in use to conserve energy, and I try and leave quietly when I leave for work because I don’t want to disturb anyone. So to have somebody come into my space uninvited was a little upsetting.
I hope that whomever it was that broke in is happy with themselves. I hope that they got whatever it is that they felt they could sell and then realized that the stuff in my garage has no value to them. I get that times are tough, but I wouldn’t think of going into someones space and taking their things and it floors me that there are others in this world that think this behavior is ok.
Dear thief – because let’s face it, that is what you are, I sincerely hope that you enjoy MY things. I can’t wait for the moment that you realize that tearing MY hands-free unit from my dashboard won’t work because you tore it out wrong and now its broken. I hope that MY GPS unit gets you to where you need to go and that your child enjoys playing with MY collectible Barbies. I hope that you and your friends enjoy smoking MY hookah and that one of MY phone chargers charges your phone. I’m glad that you’ll now be able to clean your clothes with MY laundry detergent and that your eyes are protected from the sun with MY sun glasses. I, on the other hand, will now need to spend MY hard earned money to replace the items that YOU stole. If you needed MY things because YOU don’t have a job, I’d be happy to help you write your resume — although I’m not sure how many companies are looking to hire thieves, so don’t hold your breath on a job prospects. Tonight when I go to bed, I do so knowing that I am a decent person who works hard to buy the things that I have. I hope that you also sleep well knowing that you are the piece of shit that you are.
That really sucks. The thinks they took, but, and I’m sure your friends have since told you, glad they left you behind, your womanliness intact, and loveability just as precious (I know its not a word) all behind dear friend.
Aww, thanks Eve. Once I put it all into perspective, I’m grateful that it was what it was and nothing worse.