Dear Thief Who Stole My Partner's Purse Last Weekend:
Yes, we were naive to think that because we had eight people at our table that our stuff would be safe.
Yes, we were foolish to have left the purse on a chair seat instead of hiding it or hooking it under a chair leg.
Yes, you really needed the $60 cash and the $40 of cigarettes and Doritos you bought at the Hasty Market with the credit card less than an hour later.
Yes, it was just a purse and i.d. that could all be replaced. It wasn't like you shot her or anything.
Yes, we've managed to live in Toronto for 12 years without getting anything stolen.
But no, we didn't have spare money to replace her cell phone, monthly transit pass, journal, keys, and purse.
No, we didn't have extra time this week to replace all of her i.d. and to ensure that her identity can't be used in the future.
No, she didn't feel so great about a stranger reading her journal.
No, it's almost worse that you probably just took the credit card and cash and chucked the rest of it in the garbage somewhere.
No, stealing that purse didn't solve all of your problems.
No, you aren't going to sleep well for some time.
No, it wasn't our fault. It was yours.
posted by modholly @ 10:55 a.m.
4 Comments:
it's like getting my amex stolen at my wedding. that just pissed me off and from the phone charges that were put on it, it must have been one of the staff (at least i hope it was).
who steals a credit card at a wedding? especially from the bride
May Santa leave coal under their tree. I hadn't realized the journal was taken! Argh. Awful awful awful.
Actually, coal is too generous - they could heat their home then. May Santa leave rocks under their tree.
Ach, rocks hold heat. Maybe this: may they be so overwhelmed with the emotive qualities of my writing that they choose to use their powers of thievery for good and hotwire Beemers from now on.
I know the post is old but wanted to pass on my regrets. That sucks in a major way. :(
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