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12-28-2009, 08:03 AM
I had about the best Christmas one could have expected under all the circumstances. Though my divorce is just over a year old as far as it's "official" final date, my ex moved out over 3 years ago so there's been time to adjust. I proposed to a wonderful woman and she accepted - her family even inviting me down to Cape Cod for Christmas dinner. I had a hectic Dec. 26th planned, but I had no idea what I was in for.
My fiancee and I got up and headed back to NH at about 9:30AM. I dropped her off at her house and made arrangements to pick up my daughter so I could drive her back to her apartment in Philadelphia with the new TV I bought for her in the trunk (she's just getting started and has next to nothing).
We drive down, the weather gets worse along the way, but we get there safe. We get the TV out of the trunk and a few other things (and this is the important part) save the remaining couple of bags for later.
We get the TV set up (a nice 32" HDTV) and decide we have JUST enough time to pick up dinner and see a movie - using "Bing" to find out where the next showing of "Sherlock Holmes" is - about 8 miles as the crow flies but 10 via the roads.
Nice dinner, good movie. I even texted my fiancee telling her how good it was. Went out to the parking lot that was under I-95 behind the theater on South Columbus Blvd.
That's when I saw the glass all over the ground.
Someone smashed my right-rear window. In the end, they took my daughter's duffel bag with a lot of her clothes in it, my bag that I use as a briefcase that, among other things, had my birth certificate, legal name change records, my divorce papers and the copy of my application for a security clearance (as I work for a defense contractor). I had those papers with me because I'd been trying to get the last stipulations of the divorce decree finalized - a pension account that needed to be released - and I kept related documents in a notebook that was in that bag. They also took my overnight bag that had my Kindle, some odds and ends along with the clothes - one piece of which was an irreplaceable 'special edition' t-shirt my daughter had gotten me on one of her trips. They went through my glovebox and detached the iPod from the cable connecting it to my sound system - BUT THEY LEFT THE $1000+ GPS/stereo/SatRad/CD/DVD player!
The cops were quick and professional. The thieves bought 4 things on my Kindle but Amazon has already started processing a refund.
Because of those papers, I have to go buy identity protection.
The cops said something interesting - that they lose cars in that lot EVERY NIGHT. It makes me wonder if I have a "McDonalds" case because of the woman who spilled hot coffe. She won a judgement (that was reduced) not because of the coffee being hot, but because McDonalds knew they had the temperature too high and did nothing about it. I've had more than one person tell me that I should speak to a lawyer as the theater directs everyone to this lot.
Using the 'wrap' that the TV came in and some packing tape leftover from my daughter's move, I sealed the window as best I could and made the 330 mile drive home yesterday - making sure to let everyone know that I got home safe because I hadn't even started trying to go to sleep until after 2:30AM (discovered the theft at almost midnight) and I heard EVERY noise in the neighborhood which made sleeping almost impossible.
The stuff is just 'stuff'. The identify theft possibility is a real problem. The worst is what this does to me. I can't tell you the kinds of thoughts that run through my head. I am not a violent man, but I've had images in my head of torturing the people responsible, given the chance, if I'd found them with their asses sticking out of my car - slamming a car door or trunk on their bodies and, to put it mildly, not stopping.
This is VERY unlike me - it is NOT who I am. And it is because I feel like this that I loathe and despise the thieves who violated my space and stole my daughter's property. They've made HER feel guilty for not putting her duffel in the trunk - she put the SWORD (bought on a college trip to Spain but only now getting to her apartment) in the trunk, but not the 'ratty gym bag' - and they left the sword in the trunk - but took my overnight bag (which had my Kindle).
These people - and I use that term loosely - have, for a short time at least, changed my personality for the worse. I have a rage inside me that literally scares me, should I ever confront these people (and, presumably , would do something stupid and probably get hurt in the process) even though they're disappeared into whatever sewer of a life they lead.
These things have done nothing for their lives. They are no closer to any goals they may have for themselves. They have risen to NOWHERE and are just as pathetic and decrepit as they were on Christmas. And they are having an effect on me that mentally drags me down with them, temporarily.
I shouldn't feel this way. I'm better than this. I'm better than them. But I still feel like I want to see them bleed for what they did. I want to see them suffer. It's still fresh in my mind as this happened about 33 hours ago.
I am NOT happy.
My fiancee and I got up and headed back to NH at about 9:30AM. I dropped her off at her house and made arrangements to pick up my daughter so I could drive her back to her apartment in Philadelphia with the new TV I bought for her in the trunk (she's just getting started and has next to nothing).
We drive down, the weather gets worse along the way, but we get there safe. We get the TV out of the trunk and a few other things (and this is the important part) save the remaining couple of bags for later.
We get the TV set up (a nice 32" HDTV) and decide we have JUST enough time to pick up dinner and see a movie - using "Bing" to find out where the next showing of "Sherlock Holmes" is - about 8 miles as the crow flies but 10 via the roads.
Nice dinner, good movie. I even texted my fiancee telling her how good it was. Went out to the parking lot that was under I-95 behind the theater on South Columbus Blvd.
That's when I saw the glass all over the ground.
Someone smashed my right-rear window. In the end, they took my daughter's duffel bag with a lot of her clothes in it, my bag that I use as a briefcase that, among other things, had my birth certificate, legal name change records, my divorce papers and the copy of my application for a security clearance (as I work for a defense contractor). I had those papers with me because I'd been trying to get the last stipulations of the divorce decree finalized - a pension account that needed to be released - and I kept related documents in a notebook that was in that bag. They also took my overnight bag that had my Kindle, some odds and ends along with the clothes - one piece of which was an irreplaceable 'special edition' t-shirt my daughter had gotten me on one of her trips. They went through my glovebox and detached the iPod from the cable connecting it to my sound system - BUT THEY LEFT THE $1000+ GPS/stereo/SatRad/CD/DVD player!
The cops were quick and professional. The thieves bought 4 things on my Kindle but Amazon has already started processing a refund.
Because of those papers, I have to go buy identity protection.
The cops said something interesting - that they lose cars in that lot EVERY NIGHT. It makes me wonder if I have a "McDonalds" case because of the woman who spilled hot coffe. She won a judgement (that was reduced) not because of the coffee being hot, but because McDonalds knew they had the temperature too high and did nothing about it. I've had more than one person tell me that I should speak to a lawyer as the theater directs everyone to this lot.
Using the 'wrap' that the TV came in and some packing tape leftover from my daughter's move, I sealed the window as best I could and made the 330 mile drive home yesterday - making sure to let everyone know that I got home safe because I hadn't even started trying to go to sleep until after 2:30AM (discovered the theft at almost midnight) and I heard EVERY noise in the neighborhood which made sleeping almost impossible.
The stuff is just 'stuff'. The identify theft possibility is a real problem. The worst is what this does to me. I can't tell you the kinds of thoughts that run through my head. I am not a violent man, but I've had images in my head of torturing the people responsible, given the chance, if I'd found them with their asses sticking out of my car - slamming a car door or trunk on their bodies and, to put it mildly, not stopping.
This is VERY unlike me - it is NOT who I am. And it is because I feel like this that I loathe and despise the thieves who violated my space and stole my daughter's property. They've made HER feel guilty for not putting her duffel in the trunk - she put the SWORD (bought on a college trip to Spain but only now getting to her apartment) in the trunk, but not the 'ratty gym bag' - and they left the sword in the trunk - but took my overnight bag (which had my Kindle).
These people - and I use that term loosely - have, for a short time at least, changed my personality for the worse. I have a rage inside me that literally scares me, should I ever confront these people (and, presumably , would do something stupid and probably get hurt in the process) even though they're disappeared into whatever sewer of a life they lead.
These things have done nothing for their lives. They are no closer to any goals they may have for themselves. They have risen to NOWHERE and are just as pathetic and decrepit as they were on Christmas. And they are having an effect on me that mentally drags me down with them, temporarily.
I shouldn't feel this way. I'm better than this. I'm better than them. But I still feel like I want to see them bleed for what they did. I want to see them suffer. It's still fresh in my mind as this happened about 33 hours ago.
I am NOT happy.