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-----Original Message-----
From: Charlie Griefer [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]
Sent: 29 December 2003 16:42
To: CF-Community
Subject: My X-Mas (bitching and venting)
My wife works for Wells Fargo bank as a phone banker. Phone bankers are
available 24/7, 365...so she had to work X-mas day (she had Thanksgiving off
tho). So my x-mas was spent cleaning out the garage (which I was glad to
do, as it needed it).
When my wife got home from work, she parked our truck in the street, since
my garage-cleaning project was still in full force, and the driveway was
full of garage-type-things. She intended to move the truck into the
driveway when I was done and had everything cleared away, but never did.
The next morning (Fri), she got up to go to work (I was still in bed, as
she works earlier hours than me). It was about 6:30 am, when she came into
the bedroom very panicked. The truck was gone, and the door from our garage
to the laundry room was propped open.
We had been robbed.
Apparently, since she meant to move the truck into the driveway, she
didn't bother locking it up. During the course of the evening, somebody
(i'm assuming, for some reason, 2 people...so I'm going to refer to
"they/them", for no good reason...it could be a he/him) was having a pretty
good time going up our street knocking over recycling bins. When they got
to our house, they saw the truck in the street, saw that it was open, and
found the garage door opener on the visor. Since the garage door is
normally closed (and the truck locked), we don't normally lock the door from
the garage to the laundry room...so they had access to the house.
They didn't grab much...seems like they just ran in and out...but they got
enough. My wife's purse (with house keys and truck keys, and wallet and
credit cards, and cell phone), my wallet (with credit cards and about $80
cash), my iPaq (with expansion sleeve and 512MB sd card), and my camcorder
(with a videotape still in there containing video of my 18 month old
daughter's first steps).
On the way out, since they had found keys in my wife's purse, they helped
themselves to our truck as well (a 2000 Mazda B-3000).
We've spent the last few days cancelling credit cards, closing out bank
accounts, getting new licenses at DMV, cancelling cell phone accounts,
having locks re-keyed, trying to find a rental car at X-mas...it's all been
very trying.
Oh...and the thing that really concerns me...I found a hammer on the floor
of the living room that morning. *my* hammer that I had hung up on my
pegboard while I was cleaning the garage. There were people in my home
while I slept...no more than 20 feet from where my daughter was
sleeping...helping themselves to my belongings, and carrying MY fucking
hammer in case any of us happened to wake up.
Of course, I could take the view that we're lucky nobody *did* wake up,
and that nobody was hurt. I just can't stop feeling like I wish I had woken
up. Even if I got my ass kicked, at least I would have had an opportunity
to try and do something.
I hate not having my iPaq...I hate that somebody is looking through my
appointments and contacts. I hate that somebody has video of my daughter,
given all of the Elizabeth Smart type stories out there. I hate the fact
that the ONE day my wife doesn't lock the truck (and it truly was the ONE
time...she is very very anal about locking the cars/house/etc), some pieces
of shit happen to be going down my block and get lucky.
I just want these guys found (yes, we filed a police report, for whatever
good it'll do). Even if they're prosecuted and walk, at least I'll have
names...I can get addresses...
...then I'll bring my hammer over to their place. If, in the near future,
you don't hear anything from me for roughly 3 - 5...you'll know why.
<sigh>
charlie
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