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!
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.
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.
Yes! Two days ago, someone stole my bike. That is, I had parked it (and locked it) in a bike garage monitored by CCTV at the train station where I commute and when I came back from work my bike was gone and only my broken lock was left. However, as I looked around a little the thieves had not moved it far, only down a floor into the premium “bike hotel” area that is an actual locked in area as well. So I just called the company, and they let me in and gave me my bike back.
Afterwards, I called the police to let them know someone stole my bike and that the whole ordeal was caught on cameras (they have to open an official investigation before the footage can be used due to surveillance laws). As I tried to report the theft (or attempt thereof), I had the following fun conversation with a policeman:
- Me: Explains the circumstances of what happened.
- Policeman: (Interrupts) “Yeah, maybe you should keep that in mind for next time.”
- Me: “Uhm what?”
- Policeman: “Yeah, maybe you should be a little bit smarter with regards to where you put your bike.”
- Me: “Uhm OK, I just told you I put it in the designated parking spot that, as pointed out, is monitored.”
I get that they do not really care about bike theft as they account for 30% of reported thefts, but I mean come on. They obviously moved my bike (along with others, I assume) to a nearby area so they could collect them all in a van later that night and drive off unnoticed. The police could have sent one patrol there at the right time and have them caught red-handed with video footage of the entire ordeal. Incompetence and unwillingness to actually do their work is precisely why there are so many thefts to begin with. Had I said I was a shop owner and had a bike stolen, I am certain they would show up in no time.
TL;DR: Bike got stolen and the police sucks. Thankfully, the thieves sucked marginally less, so I got my bike back.
a) Glad you got your bike back.
b) I know for a while they sold a thing for bikes to identify them and get stolen bikes back. But I am not sure the system really works and I think it’s on a sticker. And can’t you just peel off any sticker @_@!
c) Cops suck hard at things they find inconvenient to them. I didn’t know the reports were that high. I think it’s because you’re actively messing with a person’s means of transportation, that they get reported so much. But nowadays cops don’t show up for car accidents. So it’s really hit or miss in general.
d) I loved imagining this inconspicuous scrapper-esq van that whisks away all the stolen bikes with the little punk ass thieves thinking they got you so they moved on to the next one. Maybe in you figuring out their bs they might move their bike-hotel to another space.
In the UK I think there’s a scheme where you register your bike and engrave a serial number on the frame somewhere, so if it turns up stolen it’s easier to prove/legitimate sellers won’t buy it off thieves. Don’t know how well it works personally.
I was wondering if it was kinda like bullets (don’t bullets have serial numbers engraved on them? I suppose they do, but I am not sure if it really matters?) or like car parts. But I will say that for a lot of stolen electronics I’ve seen and heard about - individual indentifiers didn’t ever seem to mean much ultimately.
The value of my labor, daily.
The nominal “cost” of my healthcare, at every encounter.
Etc.
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.
For me, it was a punk ass who would steal stuff and call me his friend. Although I don’t really care (only in that indignant small child way), I did tell my partner just the other day that “I bet you his ass is in jail.” Well he is, in fact, he’s actually in prison for murder. So yeah, that was a thing.
