What items have you stolen or had stolen from you?

In My Humble Opinion
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I have stolen:
A pack of gum from the grocery store when I was 4. (Mom gave me money and made me pay for it, and apologize, then threw away the gum. Funny thing is, I don’t actually like gum. Never have.)
An ugly bridesmaid’s dress for JC Pennys.

The bride had been assured that her bridesmaids could special-order them from any JC Pennys at the sale price, but at my Pennys insisted on charging me full price. Then they kept ordering utterly, ridicuously wrong sizes. After making three trips to the store (about an hour away), I finally had a dress I would fit into (though it was about two sizes too big, and I was to spend $60 to have it tailored). I realized on the way home that after all the prepays, returns, and assorted stupidity, they never had charged me for the dress I finally walked out with. I phoned and offered to come back to the store, but they said they had my credit card information and would take care of the charge. Three months later I checked my credit card bills, and I had two charges, two returns, and no charge for the final dress. Is suppose I could have followed up on it. I didn’t. And I haven’t walked into a JC Pennys since. (Not because I’m afraid they’ll nab me, but because I’m still pissed off at the horrible customer service I got.)

I guess I’m lucky; I’ve never had anything notable stolen from me. I lost my billfold once, and someone took all the cash (probably less than $50) and ditched it, and some nice people found it and looked me up and returned it to me.

Oh, and people steal pens from me. A lot. Which I guess isn’t too bad, becasue it gives me an excuse to go out and buy the newest, sexiest pens (for my friends and co-workers to steal.) I don’t loan my fountain pens, though, not even to my dearest friends.

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Lessee . . . from me:
One car, later found abandoned and not too badly beaten up (obviously stolen by early teeners, since they left a lot of valuable stuff in the car along with the pillows they had used to get close enough to the wheel and pedals).

A couple of bikes here and there.

A home burglary that netted them a couple of TVs, a few cameras, stereo systems (but they left my bagpipes dumped out in the middle of the bedroom floor).

Another burglary that netted them the 13,000 comics in my collection. Ack.

Can’t remember having swiped anything of substance. I do recall being too afraid of authority to shoplift candy or similar stuff as a tad. Oh, I did, with my roommates, steal a big “No Dumping” sign to put in our apartment.

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My mom had a really nice watch stolen from her. We never could prove *who * actually stole it, but we were sure it was stolen because my mom always kept it in the same spot.

I can’t think of too much else.

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Hmmm… biggest one stolen from me was probably the 300ZX. Got it back. Had to drive the Monte for a while, though, while the Nissan was being cleaned out and had stolen parts replaced. They found needles and crap in there. Yuck.

Everything else was really, really petty. One instance in particular, I actually stole something in return. What was the big fuss about? Socks. For crying out loud, socks.

You see, I had these cute little white socks, with pink heels and toes, and they had a picture of a darling little kitty on the sides. Aww. The woman I was living with (remember that one I mentioned in the past? Treated me like her own personal Cinderella? Not terribly bright? Yeah, that’s the one.) decided she liked these cute little socks… and suddenly, they were missing. They were tucked neatly in my drawer one day, and the next day, after I returned from visiting my parents, I decided I wanted to put on my cute little kitty socks. I open my drawer, and they are not there. I tear my small room apart, but they are nowhere to be found. My roomie claims she hasn’t seen them.
The next day, when she goes off to work, I double check my drawers, my room, sift through all the laundry… and after I folded the laundry and began putting them away, in her own drawers, I found, balled up, in her damn sock drawer - my cute little pink kitty socks. Did I mention I was her own personal Cinderella? So I was doing her laundry, and putting it all away. Did I mention she wasn’t very bright?
So, I stole her favourite teddy bear socks. Oh, the pettiness. It burns.
So, another day passes, and she asks me where her teddy bear socks are. I said I didn’t know, they must have gone to the same place my pink cat socks went off to. She looked a little startled, but then started going on about how the washing machine must be eating socks. “Entire pairs?” I said. Yes, she thinks so. “Twice?” I said. Yes, she thought that, too. I gave her a :dubious: look. Finally, I said, “Look, just admit you’ve got mine and I’ll give you yours back.” She sputtered, turned red, and got angry with me! Claimed I was calling her a liar and a thief! So, off I waltzed down to her room, retrieved my cute little kitty socks, showed them to her, then without a word, walked into my room, got her teddy bear socks, and handed them to her. She wouldn’t speak to me.

All went well for a while, eventually she got over it, with a few grumbles, but what could she do? I caught her. The day before I was to move out and go back home (my mother decided to “rescue” me) I noticed something was missing again: my cute little pink kitty socks. Sigh. She knew I was leaving, so she likely hoped I would not miss them until it was too late. I couldn’t get in her room, since the that’s where the great dragon lady slept. The morning my brother came to pick me up and load my stuff in his car, she slept in late. We heard her snores throughout the house. I didn’t dare go in there to wake the beast, so no cute pink kitty socks for me. However, there was a basket of laundry she had left out for me to do before I left. Instead of folding them up, I left them there, but first, dug through the pile and retrieved those teddy bear socks. I shoved them in my suitcase and my brother and I packed up the car and left.

I never saw her again. I still have those teddy bear socks in my drawer, but I rarely wear them. It doesn’t feel right, somehow.

All that over cute lil’ socks. You’d think we were four year olds. Well she started it! :stuck_out_tongue: