I woke up to pounding. I thought it was Jason pounding on the wall between our bedroom and the bathroom to get my attention. I got up and went to the bathroom and asked him if he needed me. He said, “No, that was Sam pounding on something.”
I thought, “What the hell is he pounding for at 4:30 in the morning,” but I said, “Why?”
“He left the garage open last night and both our bikes are gone.”
I went out to look in the garage and Sam’s out there storming around, saying things like, “I’m gonna kill them when I find them,” and “I’m such a stupid idiot. This is all my fault.” He left the garage door open.
I asked him if anything else was taken and he said that they took his and his Dad’s bikes and pretty much cleaned out our refrigerator. I walked out of the garage and saw that there was a Mike’s Hard Lemonade (one of the things missing from our fridge) sitting on the hood of the neighbor’s (the same neighbors that I talked about here) car and that there was a bike leaning up against their basketball hoop. I called Sam over and said, “I think the bike is right there.” I couldn’t see very well because it was still dark. Sam walked over and looked at the bike but it wasn’t ours, but then he spotted his bike sitting in their driveway. He brought his bike back to our garage and grabbed a baseball bat and started towards their house. Luckily I was out there to stop him from bashing their cars.
I told him, it all seemed too convenient. Why would they take our stuff and leave it sitting right there in their yard? Yes, their son is a known burglar, but that makes no sense to just leave stuff sitting right out there in the open. And leave an open Mike’s on the car? That would just be stupid. It looked like a set up.
We called 9-1-1 and when the cop got here, he took down all the information and then he went to talk to the neighbors. Apparently the son doesn’t live there anymore and the bike that was up against their basketball hoop wasn’t theirs, either. So the cop took that bike and then drove around the neighborhood in his police car looking for Jason’s bike. Sam took off on his bike to go down by the creek because sometimes people dump bikes there, I guess. It’s back off a paved trail in the woods, so it wouldn’t surprise me.
Sam is beside himself. He feels so responsible and terrible that his Dad’s bike is gone. He told me that as soon as he gets a job, he’s going to buy his Dad a new bike. He’s also extremely angry. He plans to go looking some more today.
I’m surprised that I’m not more surprised and upset by the incident. Does that make me jaded or a pessimist? It just really makes me tired. Or maybe that’s because I was rudely awakened.
Update: The cops called and they found my husband’s bike in another family’s yard. They also got their bikes stolen. Their bikes were more expensive than ours. I hope they get theirs back, too.
Sam’s out there playing private detective: he’s trying to see if anyone else got anything stolen or if he can figure out by word of mouth (he’s certain that the losers will brag) who did it. He’s also looking out for the bikes that belong to the people whose house our bike was found at.
It seems to me the world is in such a hateful place these days, maybe because of the economy. People are more and more rude everyday. I don’t think anything would surprise me these days.
How weird. But I don’t suppose it surprises me either. I suppose the older you get the more you see and not matter how hard you try not to be, you get a little cynical.
I think the open door must have been a temptation they couldn\’t resist, being the losers they are.
I freaking hate thieves.
That said, yes – it is tiring, and really, not worth getting too worked up about.
THAT said, I hope they find out who took it and nail the fuckers.
Robin–I think you’re partly right about the economy. I just think that these were poorly behaved, unsupervised children whose parents obviously don’t care enough about them to know what the hell they are up to.
Update: The cops called and they found my husband’s bike in another family’s yard. They also got their bikes stolen. Their bikes were more expensive than ours. I hope they get theirs back, too.
Finn–Yeah, I wish it weren’t so, though. I don’t really like being cynical.
Update: The cops called and they found my husband’s bike in another family’s yard. They also got their bikes stolen. Their bikes were more expensive than ours. I hope they get theirs back, too.
Annie–That’s exactly what they are. Losers.
Update: The cops called and they found my husband’s bike in another family’s yard. They also got their bikes stolen. Their bikes were more expensive than ours. I hope they get theirs back, too.
Sybil–Me, too! My son is out playing private detective right now. He’s so pissed. I hope he doesn’t find them before the cops do.
Update: The cops called and they found my husband’s bike in another family’s yard. They also got their bikes stolen. Their bikes were more expensive than ours. I hope they get theirs back, too.
Crime is going WAY up in my area. Gordon installed spotlights on the front of the house and motion detectors in the back. Get a padlock for the garage. I’d be more upset about a cleaned-out fridge these days than a bike.
Good luck and I hope Sam doesn’t take revenge himself!!
MM–Me too! That’s what I’m afraid of.
Gad, what a bunch of suckage. I’m glad your family’s bikes were found, but I feel bad for the owners of the other missing bikes.
CMGD–Me too. I haven’t heard whether they got them back yet or not, but Sam’s best friend just lives a few houses down from them so I’m sure he’ll find out.
Whew! SO glad they found the bike! Thanks for your comment- and yes, the Bondi Band will change your life! I highly recommend!
I hate being startled in the middle of the night. So unsettling. Long gone are the days when we didn’t need to put our homes on lock down when we go to bed. Sad really.
good post!
Angie–I wish there was someway to buy them at the store. I like to hold things in my hands sometimes before I buy them. LOL
You’re welcome and thanks for coming by here.
Catherine–It is sad, isn’t it?
Thanks for coming by.