Today was a rough day.
It started out well enough. Good morning. Ready for work in time to leave a little early. A beautiful view of the sunrise. Another view of sunlight lighting up the side of a mountain. It was looking like a good one. Then I was robbed.
Literally...
I made a quick stop at Wally-world on the way to work. We are putting together a gift basket for a co-worker who recently had a knee replacement and I wanted to pick up a little something to add to it. While I was in there, someone else was helping themselves to a gift of my tote bag. I don't know what they were hoping to get. Maybe he thought was going to score a laptop, or an iPad, or some other electronic goodie. Unfortunately for him, there was nothing in the bag that would be of much value to your average thief. A few pens, some paper clips, a bag of roasted almonds, some work papers. The bag is even monogrammed, so unless someone happened to have the same initials as I do - even the bag isn't much good to them. Tough luck buddy.
As soon as I got back in the car I realized the bag was gone, and got stressed. I got back out of the car, went back in the store, asked for security, called the husband, called work, called the police. Went back to the car and cried while I waited for the police to show up. I even walked the parking lot looking into the trashcans located at each cart corral hoping maybe they had ditched the bag there.
According to Walmart's security cameras, the creeper was sitting in his car when I pulled into the parking lot. As soon as I got in my car and went inside, he pulled over next to my car, got into my car and took my bag. Then pulled back to his original spot, and sat there. He was there when I came out. While I realized the bag was gone. When I walked back inside to make my calls and report the incident to security, he got out and walked inside the store. Then you see him come out, get in his car, and leave. Which means he walked right by me at least once, if not twice, while I was in the foyer area making calls. And honestly that creeps me out as much as the entire rest of the situation.
Fortunately while I was waiting for the police officer to show up, someone from the office called me. A local business owner had found my bag sitting in his parking lot just then as he came into to open for the day. There were flyers with my work number in the bag, so he called to let someone know he had found their bag. So I got the bag, and all its contents back in the end. While security, and the police department, have the thief and his car on film.
I suppose it's a case of "all's well that ends well". But I still feel a little shaken by the whole thing. Feels like a good night for a glass of wine.
It started out well enough. Good morning. Ready for work in time to leave a little early. A beautiful view of the sunrise. Another view of sunlight lighting up the side of a mountain. It was looking like a good one. Then I was robbed.
Literally...
I made a quick stop at Wally-world on the way to work. We are putting together a gift basket for a co-worker who recently had a knee replacement and I wanted to pick up a little something to add to it. While I was in there, someone else was helping themselves to a gift of my tote bag. I don't know what they were hoping to get. Maybe he thought was going to score a laptop, or an iPad, or some other electronic goodie. Unfortunately for him, there was nothing in the bag that would be of much value to your average thief. A few pens, some paper clips, a bag of roasted almonds, some work papers. The bag is even monogrammed, so unless someone happened to have the same initials as I do - even the bag isn't much good to them. Tough luck buddy.
As soon as I got back in the car I realized the bag was gone, and got stressed. I got back out of the car, went back in the store, asked for security, called the husband, called work, called the police. Went back to the car and cried while I waited for the police to show up. I even walked the parking lot looking into the trashcans located at each cart corral hoping maybe they had ditched the bag there.
According to Walmart's security cameras, the creeper was sitting in his car when I pulled into the parking lot. As soon as I got in my car and went inside, he pulled over next to my car, got into my car and took my bag. Then pulled back to his original spot, and sat there. He was there when I came out. While I realized the bag was gone. When I walked back inside to make my calls and report the incident to security, he got out and walked inside the store. Then you see him come out, get in his car, and leave. Which means he walked right by me at least once, if not twice, while I was in the foyer area making calls. And honestly that creeps me out as much as the entire rest of the situation.
Fortunately while I was waiting for the police officer to show up, someone from the office called me. A local business owner had found my bag sitting in his parking lot just then as he came into to open for the day. There were flyers with my work number in the bag, so he called to let someone know he had found their bag. So I got the bag, and all its contents back in the end. While security, and the police department, have the thief and his car on film.
I suppose it's a case of "all's well that ends well". But I still feel a little shaken by the whole thing. Feels like a good night for a glass of wine.
