Steve and I purchased M&Ms for Mother's Day. You can custom order them, ya see. And we bought them in two shades of pink with two different printings. One said, "Richard & Steve" and the other said "Love Their Moms". Very cute.
It was cheaper than flowers, unique enough to make a splash, and something that could last a year after my mom put them in the refrigerator to save for a speical occassion that would never come.
But our M&Ms got stolen. I'm not kidding.
We've had lots of things delivered to the house and left on our front doorstep; before HGTV came out they sent tons of things for the yard. We live on a small private drive, neighbors watch out for one another, and there's little worry. But there are also lots of kids who play in front of our house, and not all of them actually live on this street.
So I signed the sheet telling UPS to leave them on our doorstep, but when we came home last night there was no package. This morning I asked our neighbors-- the nice ones who babysit the neighborhood kids, not the honky one-- if they saw anything. They said they had seen the box with a bright M&M logo on it but assumed we took it in. They also told us the neighborhood boys were playing in front of our house.
Having your stuff stolen sucks. And it's creepy. And it's something I thought I'd gotten away from after elementary school. All last night and this morning I felt uncomfortable and even a little upset because I keep wondering if they would have done it to any of the neighbors simply because it was a bright, inviting M&Ms box, or if they chose to hit the fags at the top of the hill specifically.
Just before I rushed into work today the babysitter next door knocked on my door. She'd found the empty shipping box and the M&Ms were gone. She thinks she knows who did it and she's livid.
"This not right," she said, very upset, and then told me a story about her husband drinking a lot; I'm not sure if it's English as a second language or what, but she has a tendency of telling me inappropriate things. "These boys need to learn respect," she said. So she's going to talk to their mother for us-- I think the main thief was the brother of a boy she babysits-- and she asked how much we paid. I told her, and we'll see what happens.
But even if we do find the culprit and even if we are paid back, it doesn't make the creepy feeling go away.
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That sucks so very hard. I'm sorry. The UPS people can't figure out how to open my mom's front gate, so they always leave things "next door" whether or not my mom or I have specified, which kinda sucked those decades when we hated our neighbors... but stolen? Those kids need a good whipping. I mean, really, imagine if anyone our age had tried that kind of shit in our own neighborhoods? DEAD. No two ways about it.
I feel so bad.
Steve and I were talking about it tonight. My mom would have automatically assumed I was guilty and smacked my ass into next week. Crazy. More developments. I'll try to blog soon.
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