I got robbed today. It was my fault, I guess. I mean, it really wasn’t my fault, but it seems unseemly to blame the children. The buck stops here, so it is my fault. Someone, I assume a kid, went through our unlocked (that’s the part that is my fault) car and stole stuff. They took my cash. Can’t blame them, really, but I’m at a point in my life when I need all the money I can get. They even took my cell-phone. Let me explain something: I have a really crappy cell-phone. Seriously: it is the crappiest cell-phone you have seen someone using in the past 5 years. It is not only not a smart phone, it is a flip phone. And when you text, you have to push the 2 button 3 times to get to the letter c. It takes pictures, but none that you would ever want to see. Even the little display on the front which might have shown me who was calling was cracked and opaque. Who would want such a monstrosity?
While being robbed sucks, it could have been much worse. My camera spends a lot of time in the car, but it wasn’t there last night. They didn’t steal any of my stamps (in which I have made quite an investment). My GPS was safe. They didn’t take our passports or my credit cards, so I think our identities are somewhat safe. But they did take my Kenyan money, which is a buzzkill and makes me think the thief must be kind of stupid. They also did not take my change. I have a lot. I’ve got to say: it makes me think that thief is pretty lazy. Also, I still have many many game tokens for the arcade games at the Museum, so, you know, I’m not totally broke.
Worst of all: I now feel I need to actually clean out my garage so my car can start sleeping there unmolested by thieving youths. That is definitely NOT what I wanted to do with my last week of vacation!