{"id":773,"date":"2010-04-14T04:00:00","date_gmt":"2010-04-14T08:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=773"},"modified":"2010-04-14T04:00:00","modified_gmt":"2010-04-14T08:00:00","slug":"ripped-off","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=773","title":{"rendered":"Ripped Off!"},"content":{"rendered":"

Crime happens even in the nicest places, and even where you feel the safest: at home. Don’t let me frighten you — I am okay. I am peeved, but I am okay. Here’s what happened.<\/p>\n

On Monday night, I left my truck on my driveway in front of my house instead of inside the garage. The garage door makes a heck of a lot of noise when it opens. My partner had the day off on Tuesday, so I thought I would be a good schnook and park my truck on the driveway so I could avoid opening the garage door in the morning when I left for work so my partner could sleep later.<\/p>\n

When I went out to my truck at 5:30, I clicked the remote to unlock it. I opened the back liftgate, where I had remembered that I left my backpack. It wasn’t there. I thought that was odd, but perhaps it was in the back seat. I went to the passenger side and opened the back door, and saw a slew of paper all over the seats and floor. I then opened the front passenger door and saw more papers thrown all over, and the storage areas open.<\/p>\n

Then it finally dawned on me: DAMN! I’VE BEEN RIPPED OFF BY A THIEF!<\/p>\n

What was strange, though, was that the thief actually dumped my backpack into my truck — thus why the papers were all strewn about. He\/sh\/it left a portable flash drive and even my umbrella which was in the pack. But the pack was gone. It was inexpensive, but was a gift from my partner to me because he knew that as I was first returning to work, I couldn’t carry a briefcase.<\/p>\n

As I looked around, I noticed that my console storage area was open and empty. I don’t keep much in there but a tire pressure checker and a couple of CDs. The thief left the CDs. I guess he\/sh\/it doesn’t like Linda Ronstadt or the Doobie Brothers. No accounting for taste in thieves.<\/p>\n

Upon further inspection, my glove compartment was open, but everything was still intact, including and expensive pair of sunglasses that belong to my partner.<\/p>\n

I grumbled, woke my partner and vented, then realized that there wasn’t anything that could be done about it, so I just went ahead and drove to the Metro.<\/p>\n

It was there that I noticed that my cane was stolen. Who would take a cane? F*$&! I just walked slowly and carefully to the Metro and then to my office from my destination station. It really wasn’t a problem, but I am still very puzzled about what the hell would a thief want with a cane? Perhaps he\/sh\/it has a need greater than my own?<\/p>\n

My partner was peeved that the cane was stolen, as he searched hard to find just the right one for me, and bought it as a gift to aid in my recovery. Now both of his “recovery gifts” — the backpack and the cane — are gone.<\/p>\n

It’s my fault for leaving those things in the truck. But at least I didn’t leave anything else of greater value to be ripped off.<\/p>\n

I hope the thief rots in hell. Meanwhile, I’ll just park in the garage, leave more lights on, and pray for he\/sh\/it’s soul.<\/p>\n

Update<\/b>: the thief must have developed a guilty conscious because when I arrived home yesterday afternoon, I found the cane propped up against my garage door. No one saw a thing. Weird….<\/p>\n

Life is short: sometimes, it’s not fun, either.
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