Has someone or something stolen from you? Do you know who/what it was? Did it affect you? Do you care?
Doesn’t have to be serious.
Share your stories!
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.
my father gave me a lesson once when my bike was stolen when i was a child. he told me that they did it because they felt they had to; not because they wanted to target me and that remaining angry about it was unproductive because they will never know nor care.
i try to apply that same lesson every time someone wrongs me.
That’s some good stuff. Like it’s on them. It’s why I try not to get upset if someone’s having a mood swing or something. Cause that’s on them, not me. But it can be harder to practice the more toes that get stepped on.
Got one of those rare holo hieroglyph Mew pokemon cards stolen when i was a kid, i still think about it.
Yes, you stole my heart
<3 <3 <3!
Here’s three back, pass two on, steal another - keep the cycle going =)!
Had a Yamaha R6 stolen from me a few months after I got it. Was barely broken in.
That sucks. Idk what happens in this situation. Like, do they insure motorcycles? Idk. I also don’t know how one keeps it from getting ganked outside of taking in indoors tbh. And that’s not always viable. But I do know people who ride love it, so I hope you got another somewhere down the line.
I crashed a friend’s house one night, and I woke up and $50 was missing out of my wallet.
I asked my friend, who I knew had stolen it, “how can $50 disappear from my wallet overnight?” and he looked me dead in the eye and said:
“I don’t know man. It’s a mystery.”
We aren’t friends anymore.
I wonder if your friend was an addict, an asshole, compulsive, or some combination of the set?
He was a pothead selfish asshole, thought working was beneath him.
Wanted a half ounce of weed more than he wanted my friendship.
I don’t like people floating weed as this innocuous thing. I’ve met some really shitty potheads. But I also know that I’ve more than likely met a bunch of grounded regular smokers too. I don’t think people should go to jail for it, but I def think it brings out some really awful characteristics in some folks. But that’s just me. I mean when it’s legal (cause it most def will be her cross-country at some point) I think people will start talking about it the same way they talk about alcohol. Because some folks will drown themselves in it. But also hopefully at that time, we might also start addressing our horrendous food situation too. Shrugs.
Or all be dead from global warming. Eh.
But yeah, fuck that dude.
I’ve got nothing against weed. Like I have indulged recreationally myself a time or two, and honestly other than the occasional giggles I don’t really see the appeal.
I think it affects everybody differently, for me it’s just usually too heavy and too strong to indulge in other than every once in awhile.
Oh for sure it affects everyone differently. And I know different strains for different things. I sort of forgot, but I tried a slew again like five years into my pain period. Just to try to figure out if I could fix stuff with it. Hilariously it always seemed to make my pain worse, so it’s probably outright just not for me. Shrooms? My jam. Weed. Eh.
I have just seen people basically neglect themselves, let alone others who depend on them - all in the name of weed. So ultimately I don’t care too much for it as a whole.
Awww bizzaroland. I hope you got some better friends.
That’s a scene from Trailer Park Boys.
“Ray, you didn’t see $60 lying around, did ya bud?”
“Sixty bucks? What, like twenties or something?”
Ah, I totally didn’t get this first go round because my brains were trying to put together how a->b. But I get it now, and it also kinda reminds me of this goofabout.
“What’s the deal with those machines, dad, you win any money or what?”
“Not too bad buddy, up about 60 bucks.”
So did you ever solve the mystery? 😐
Must have been the wind
Maybe his friend’s wind 😐
Yes, every workday the owner of company i work in steal from me.
People broke into our house while we were upstairs with our 1 week old baby, at 1am. They took our keys and our car. We have 4 kids. No way to get them to school or me to work.
Turned out they were aged between 15 and 17 and got a slap on the wrist. We got an insurance payout and a different car.
Ridiculous.
Someone stole my car’s owner manual.
But not…the car? Eh…lucky?
And nothing else, not that i had much else in the car, but i had a dashcam and like a medical kit they didn’t touch. Super weird.
Had a friend say that someone broke into their car to take sunglasses and nothing else. You know…the methed out heart wants, want the methed out heart wants.
My first ebike was stolen, about a week after I’d put it together. I was looking forward to zipping around my city with it. What really sucked is that I had bought it before getting laid off, and was looking forward to zipping around the city for fun while I looked for a new job. Luckily, I did find something new after 6 months and could eventually buy a new one.
That super sucks, especially the timing. I’m sorry. I hope you’re in a better place now?
I am, thank you! It’s pretty common in my city, the police took one look at the surveillance footage and shrugged it off. I hope the thief got a decent amount for it.
The new ebike was my first big purchase after getting the new job, and it’s a ton of fun. :)
It’s those small victories right? Hahaha! Thanks for putting a smile on my face =)!
p.s. - Cameras are so worthless more times than not. I was going to say most, but I do think a camera helped catch that messed up guy who killed those kids in Michigan (was it Michigan? The dorm kids). Either way, most times in my own experience cameras are worthless.
I was a court advocate for victims of domestic violence, volunteering at the same facility that had helped me escape an extreme situation. Having noticed that there was no federal, state, local, or private list of resources for people in crisis, I approached the director to request permission to compile a comprehensive guide and make it publicly available. Although I would’ve done it for free, the director saw the need and suggested this should be a highly-paid position; she announced the job opening to everyone at the next meeting.
A woman I’d never seen before expressed interest at the meeting, so I introduced myself and offered to collaborate to make the publication a success. We were scheduled to make our presentation to the board in a month. I gathered my half of the research and negotiated with businesses to donate materials and operating expenses, so that this program would be self-sustaining. I contacted the other woman every couple days to update her on what I’d accomplished, and to gather her data. She never had anything except excuses, so I gathered her share of the data, too.
On the day of the meeting, I’d done 100% of the work, which I’d happily shared with her, and I had put together the entire presentation. I didn’t mind, because this was a valuable community service. I arrived early for the meeting and sat outside the closed boardroom, waiting for my “partner”, but she never showed up.
At precisely the agreed-upon time for our meeting to start, the boardroom door opened and my partner emerged, grinning as everyone congratulated her. Yeah. I still didn’t get it.
I was ushered in and was asked to make my presentation. I was quickly interrupted because the board wanted to see MY efforts, not the work of the other woman. They accused me of stealing her work and told me to leave.
The other woman received a hefty salary for almost a year, but she never even bothered to use my research and connections to make even one flyer. Eventually she was fired and the failed community service idea became anathema to the facility.
That fucker changed the meeting time, stole my work and all the credit for it, scammed herself into the position, took the salary from the outreach budget, and destroyed the comprehensive resource list that would have helped tens of thousands of people in crisis.
a) Kudos for getting out and giving back. You took your strength and utilized it ten-fold. That’s really cool.
b) Had this done twice, once with my just-desserts and once with my face on the concrete.
c) Idk if a lot of the people who were volunteering were in the same space as you but some people are just warped either by life or by the situation and it sounds like you found a real rotten one. Worst part is she’s still probably out there doing it to someone else. I think it’s kinda like when they say stuff like how you can’t become rich without stepping on others. It takes some really skeezy characteristics to get ahead in this world, and they all seem to be the exact opposite morals promote.
Fuck that woman though, you did what you wanted to out of the good of your heart and your program could have made a big difference. Hopefully now there’s another program that has floated to the surface that has taken its place and does okay. I wish you had a heart to heart with the director, but I bet you ten bucks you ended up leaving if one of the people who turned on you was her. All things aside, I’m sorry you had this happen to you. It’s outright rotten.
Im a bit busy but like I can’t believe anyone can get to adulthood without having something stolen from them and likely stealing something to boot.
Yeah, I hear that. I thought there would be more symbolic things in this thread. But it is true, cause we’re little amoral monster that need guidance. I remember when I read Lord of the Flies for school and we had a discussion on if we we’re born as such. And I remember everyone saying no, we’ve got what we need when we’re born. I think there’s some stuff in there, but nah. We’re little monsters =P
I lived in an apartment complex in my early 20s. Left the car unlocked one night and someone rummaged through it. The only thing they took was my prescription sunglasses. It aggrivates me to think that the moment they tried it they realized it was a prescription and threw em out. $600 just gone to steal something absolutely useless to anyone but me.
Like bruh.
Woah, I talked about someone who had their car broken open and the only thing they took was sunglasses @_@. Totally, like bruh moment. I’ve heard people say it’s easier to keep nothing in your car and keep it unlocked than to keep it locked with stuff in it. Shrugs.
Either way fk thieves!
I’ve had my bike(s) stolen a few times.
It really sucks since usually I’m expecting to be able to bike somewhere (much faster than driving or public transport in my city) and can’t so I end up being late to whatever I was going to. Not to mention the whole process of buying a new bike, a new lock, new lights, etc.
I’m pretty fortunate in that it doesn’t ruin me financially to buy a new $400 Craigslist bike plus $100 in accessories but I would rather not do it every ~2 yrs or so
I’ve heard some people say that they feel violated because someone took their personal stuff, but I guess I just see it as the cost of locking your bike up in public in the city.
Back when I was working with addicts, they’d always peel up and show me their new bikes. Talk about how cheap they got them or what not. And tbh, as far as I know - these people legitimately “bought” them off of others. As in, they weren’t the ones who stole the bikes, but they were so happy for the deal. I can say none of them ever seemed to be remorseful about others, and I mean in that sense I get it. Cause if your life is shit, little wins feel like big victories.
But I also think theft sucks, people don’t even understand how expensive these things can be and they ride them into the ground or get rolled and the next asshole does. Or the asshole after that. Maybe the secret is that there needs to be a way to get the homeless more mobility so they don’t steal from others. Idk. But I can say it probably all stems from the fact that when you’re on the streets you’re allowed to keep stuff but nothing is ever secure. So they go by them rules for everything. Like, I knew this one wonderful guy who just kept everything in a suitcase, and would roll it everywhere. But one day his suitcase was gone, he looked fucking misreable, and he had to start over cause someone ran off with it one night. So you know, it is what it is - but what it is does fucking suck.
An umbrella…
Some fellow student named Jordan did it years ago…
I’m still pissed and wondering where wtf he lives
Fuck Jordan, let’s go jump his ass =P!
Yeah… let’s make it quick, boys : )
