Well, I hate for my first real post on this new domain to be a downer, but you can’t really control what happens. Elijah and I went to Tuesday Night Class tonight in my car. When we returned home, he came inside briefly to say hi to my parents and then left for the night. After he left, I was chatting with my Mom, and after a few moments he walked back in. “My (book) bag isn’t in my car,” he said. I suggested he must have left it at class. But he hadn’t taken it to class. Well, maybe he left it at my house… no, it wasn’t in our house.
Oh, and the other part was… he left his car locked, but when he came back the driver’s side door was not only unlocked, but it was unlatched. We were forced to conclude that some idiot stole the bag out of his car. It was pouring down rain, and we all stood around for a minute trying to decide what to do. We went and looked around his car for any kind of evidence; the main thing we noticed is that there was an expensive pair of leather gloves still sitting on his dashboard. Whoever took it was moving fast, and just wanted the bag for some reason.
We figured maybe the kid that took it thought it was a computer or something valuable; Elijah had a messenger bag that could have looked like a computer case. But all he had in it were a few textbooks and a lot of collected homework–all presumably useless to whoever stole the bag. The truly frustrating thing is, this kid probably just threw it in a dumpster somewhere… senseless waste.
So Elijah and I set out down the street in the downpour, looking to see if someone had tossed the bag by the side of the road or put it in a garbage can. Oh! I forgot the other great part… tonight is garbage night on our street, so just about every house had multiple garbage and recycling containers outside. So that really narrowed the search down. sarcasm As we continued to search, getting soaked to the bone, a little more hope drained out of us with every garbage can we opened. I think we both halfway knew it was pointless, that there was no way we would find it, but I think we just needed to do something about it.
So, needless to say, we never found it. Mom even drove us around a little while to search a larger area, but it was all really useless. We did, however, call and report the theft to the police. Fat lot of good it will do, I’m sure, but at least we tried. The really awful thing is, although it’s possible that some used bookstore will catch someone trying to sell them his books, or someone will find the library books he had checked out and the library will let him know, there is likely no possible way that he will recover all the homework he had in that bag. As far as I know, he had a whole term of French homework in there, including a lot of resources he needed to study. And all the hard copies of the drafts of his research paper, too, with comments from my Mom (our writing teacher)! And some kid probably just threw that all in a dumpster. Arrrggh! Why would someone do that? It’s just SO frustrating. How could someone be that inconsiderate?
So… life is frustrating. And people are mean. At least that’s how I feel tonight. =P
February 2nd, 2006 at 5:15 pm
That really really sucks. we feel for you…our car was broken into three nights ago, all they took was a disc man but the violation is what really kills…our car was right next to our house…it just feels so wrong that someone would just pop a lock right there and take what they like, and have no respect for what they have really stolen. again, i’m so so sorry.
February 2nd, 2006 at 10:17 pm
Thank you, Summer. It’s nice to know someone understands.