Well, my vehicle was, not my body.
Being robbed is a heartsick feeling. There is absolutely nothing you can do.
You didn't intentionally cause an occasion for someone to take from you nor did you willingly invite them to do so.
Scumbags. Azzholes. Druggies. Trash.
Call them whatever you want.
But they took your things!
Police came, took a report. Things taken will probably never be recovered.
I did have employer company property that was stolen, but the security surrounding their things will be useless to the trash that stole it or the trash that bought or accepted the stolen goods.
My truck was locked.
I was parked just out of reach of the security cameras at a well populated restaurant.
Policeman was timely, polite and thorough.
I'm not so calm. I tried for a time to reach company personnel to report the situation and finally got a live body on a late Saturday evening.
Why do people steal? This just is beyond me.
Our area, at the moment, is rich in job opportunities if you want to work. That has not always been the case in my county. The laptop stolen is useless to anyone because of the security surrounding the company's equipment. The compact fax machine is handy but cheap. The clothes - the trash that stole it probably don't have anyone that can use size 4 - 6.
They threw my house robe on the ground by the vehicle. I was pleased with that. I rather fancy it because it's a warm wrap and we're still having cold snaps in southeast Texas.
I hate thieves.
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