Only one thing that hurt – a 1968 Guild 12-string guitar, from the back of my car.
Our house was broken into a time or two when I was a kid; they took the money, stereo equipment, and Dad’s bicycle.
Another time they stole our van and used it in the commission of some crime; it was later recovered.
As an adult, when Evil Ex-Roommate ran off, my entire collection of sex toys turned up missing sometime afterwards. shudder
Most recently, I was pickpocketed in the Madrid metro. They got €50, my ID (but not my passport or birth certificate), and a bank and credit card that were both maxed out - it was the third-last day of my trip, and my brother was even in town to spot me. So, w00t.
In a burglary :
-A Hi-fi
-Some tapes (mostly classical, they left the rest, go figure)
-A TV (That I had have for a month, for the first time in years, and I wouldn’t buy another for many years. Probably for the best)
In an assault :
-A credit card
-A knife
I suppose that various unimportant stuff has been stolen from me over the years, like clothes during physical education in high school, but I wouldn’t remember.
Oh! Also a piece of luggage in Lisbon. Of course, the one containing the important stuff like passports and money. Great fun to begin vacations by queuing at a police station (They have one specifically for foreign tourists, in case you’d someday need to know. Very varied crowd in various states of dissaray. I remember an american couple who have had everything stolen on their first day)
I had an apartment burgled years ago. I can’t remember everything that was taken. It was mostly some electronic equipment and spare change.
I also had a car stolen many years ago. It was recovered, but I hated the car after that (it felt contaminated) so I bought a new one shortly thereafter.
I’ve had my purse snatched while on the subway.
I had a suitcase stolen in a hotel.
I had a gym bag stolen off a train in England. That one still cracks me up. I was doing my internship working in London while in grad school. I was really into working out then and would hit the Y almost every day after work. I worked out hard and I sweat a lot. Bear in mind that I’m not one of these women who doesn’t sweat. Buckets come off me–and it smells! The day my bag was stolen was a Saturday, and I’d come into the city to see some friends. I had worked out the Thursday before and had forgotten to bring my stinky workout clothes home, so I stopped by the gym to pick them up before heading home. These clothes had now been sitting in my locker for 2-3 days and were quite pungent! I was wearing jeans and a polo shirt and I’m sure I looked like an American student tourist who lugs all her valuables around in a giant bag. I got on the train and stashed my bag on the rack. As soon as I sat down, someone came by, grabbed my bag and ran off the train. I’m sure he thought he was getting all sorts of the valuables American student tourists lug around. What he got was some very rancid, stained, torn (they were wearing out) exercise clothing!
The government steals my every April.
Before it was illegal, I downloaded a good couple thousand songs via P2P. Of course, I stopped when I actually realized it was stealing, and then I really stopped when it was illegal. Still, that is stealing, so I suppose that is all I have ever really taken beyond a peanut or two.
As far as I can tell, I have never had anything stolen from me. I really have no valuable possessions beyond my music, and I only keep ripped copies in the car so the originals are kept clean and won’t be missed if stolen.
What I stole:
Bazooka bubble gum when I was 7.
A pack of starburst and M&Ms when I was 12.
I kept stealing pens from staples until I was 17.
I still steal copyrighted music, videos and software.
What was stolen from me:
75 cents when I was 11.
My Walkman when I was 14.
My Gameboy when I was 14.
My skateboard and $4 when I was 17.
My dignity was stolen from me countless times.
I forgot to add that those five items in the OP were stolen from me. The only things I’ve stolen are Twix bars from my high school cafeteria and 5th Avenue bars from Meijer. Hmm, I never realized that I only steal candy bars.
My bass and laptop were stolen this past summer when I was working in Florida.
In 1975, I was making a move from NJ to DC and traveled via Greyhound bus with two trunks containing 99% of my belongings. A friend picked me up at the bus station and we loaded both trunks into his car; when we arrived at the house, we unloaded one trunk and took it inside, leaving the other one in the car. We then took a “break” and went to get ice cream. When we returned, we discovered the car had been left unlocked and the other trunk was stolen. Inside that trunk were my winter coat, my HS yearbooks, a handmade quilt that I’d had since I was 5 years old, and many other items of clothing as well as irreplacable mementos. I reported the theft to police, but nothing ever turned up. As it was October, I had to get another coat almost immediately. sighs I still think of that quilt and many of the other items I lost that day. Including a stuffed toy dog that I’d had also since I was 5 (LOL I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I took that stuffed dog to college with me!).
One night after attending a party and having had too much to drink, I woke up in a bathtub filled with ice. I saw “Call 911” written on the bathroom mirror. I later discovered that my kindeys had been stolen from me.
Nobody believes me though thanks to that damn urban legend. 
When I was a kid, my bike was stolen out of the garage twice.
As an adult, I’ve been burglarized (minor nitpick - it’s burglary when they break into your house or car and you’re not there, not robbery) three times. One was successful and they got a TV, stereo, etc.
One was not - I caught him in the act and held him at gunpoint for the cops.
The third was the best. My wife (at that time) and I were awakened about 0200 one morning by cursing, crashing and the screaming of a cat. I grabbed my gun and went into the living room of the apartment to find my TV on the floor, a window pried out of the frame and blood all over the place. I followed the blood trail out to the street where it disappeared; apparently, he got into a car at that point. I was talking with the police a few minutes later when my Siamese cat came walking up, covered with blood. He had apparently attacked the burglar and clawed the hell out of him.
The cops notified the hospitals but nobody ever came in with massive cat scratches, so that one got away. Sort of.
Now that’s a brave cat. I hope he got extra food that day.
The only thing I have ever had stolen from me was a very nice pair of binoculars that my mom had bought for me to take to Kenya. I foolishly attached the case to the outside of my backpack and they were stolen while I was on a crowded ferry. I bet they were gone within minutes. Very dumb of me. I consoled myself by thinking that they probably paid someone’s rent or food for months.
Reading this thread makes me realize that almost everything stolen from me has been returned! It’s very odd.
1)bike stolen from outside of my apartment in the middle of the night. I must’ve heard something because I woke up and looked outside to see it gone (not locked, dumb I know). After a search of the neighborhood, my boyfriend and I went back to bed, me in despair as it was my only way to get to work. When we woke up in the morning it was back where it had been only covered in mud!
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purse stolen from break room at work (not put in locker, dumb again). Not worried about cash so much as price of replacing palm pilot/cell phone/leather wallet/sunglasses/purse itself. Call that evening from someone who had found it on the pavement at a gas station in the next town. When met up and recovered purse only cash (maybe $20) missing, everything else still there.
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purse stolen when I left it under a table at a restaurant, not to be found when I realized I left it there and returned. A week later it arrived in a package in the mail with post mark indicating a town an hour away, again nothing but small amount of cash missing. Purse kind of damp, so I guessed someone found it on the side of the road and spent $8 to mail it back to a stranger.
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also, the only time my residence was broken into, our return interrupted the burglar, who fled out the window taking nothing, but dropping his (her?) own walkman in the backyard, so it was a net loss for them.
Weird huh? Rest assured I always locked my bike after it went missing and I got a lot better about my purse too.
All my cards and cash. My mobile phone.
Oh, and my brother stole some of my chocolate when I was 6.
Forgot to mention the dumbest theft.
Middle of winter, six years ago. My hedgehog died, so I put him in a closed cat carrier outside the door, meaning to bury him as soon as I could dig.
Some twit swiped the carrier, Spike and all. :eek:
It would have been worth losing it just to see the look on the guy’s face when he realized what was inside!
I stole a copy of Catch-22 from a bookstore when I was a teen.
I had a windbreaker stolen from me (I forget it in a fast-food restaurant and it was gone when I went back) when I was in college, and a headlight stolen off my bike when I was a teacher.
My co-worker has a couple of good stories about family members in Colombia getting robbed, which I suspect of being urban legends.
First, one of his uncles had had two of his hubcaps stolen, but had never bothered to replace them. One day, a guy comes up to him while he’s parked at a stoplight and says “I noticed you’re missing two hubcaps, I have two here that fit your car. You interested?” The uncle jumped at the chance and bought the hubcaps, then went home to put them on. When he got home he saw that he was now missing all four hubcaps; the ‘salesman’ had stolen his remaining two caps and sold them right back to him.
Second, his aunt had just left her house carrying a brown paper lunchbag, when a young boy came running up, grabbed the bag out of her hand, and took off. She started to shout for him to stop, but she was soon laughing too hard to say anything; she’d been on her way to the doctor’s and the bag contained her stool sample.
I had a car stereo stolen once. Of course, I expected it to happen. I had a rusty of 1974 Beetle (aka the Ratmobile) that I couldn’t lock. Someone just opened the door and pulled the radio right out.
My bike, when I was in college. Also my leather jacket, from the coat room at my church at the time.
$40 from my gym locker about two years ago. And my credit card, from a different gym locker about six years before that.
The credit card thief was the only one that got caught. The clerk at the Best Buy recognized the person from the last time he tried to buy electronic equipment with a stolen credit card.
He pled guilty and got off with continuance of probation. :rolleyes:
Regards,
Shodan
An ashtray. Stolen off my front porch/smoking hangout. I always wonder* if they took it for the ashtray, or for the cigarette butts. After that I started using an old jar, and no one ever stole that.
I had clothes, cassettes, CDs and a walkman stolen by a roommate when she moved out. My friend had it worse though - her roommate tried to steal her home and all her furnishings once. While she was away working, the roommate called the landlord and said the other girl had moved out and could he please change the locks and take her name off the lease. The landlord called to complain that she didn’t give notice herself, and so she was able to stop most of the theft happening but the roomie still managed to get away with her couch. As she left a note threatening that the couch would be sold unless she recieved money from my friend, the police told her she had to return it and so she dumped it on the side of the road at the far end of town. Within ten minutes, the residents had informed the police about the dumped couch, and they were able to return it safely to my friend. It was a very weird circumstance.
*Actually, that’s a lie. I hadn’t though about it at all in the six years between when it happened and 5 minutes ago when I read the OP.