I just remembered one time during gym class in high school. During class, someone broke into my gym locker and stole my wallet. And the shitty thing is, I had a lot of cash with my for some weird reason -- like $80.
Months later, some woman called and said she found my wallet in her son's room. She said her son found my wallet and didn't tell anyone -- obviously, all the cash was gone. I really, really wanted to scream at her, because obviously her asswipe kid took my wallet and kept it for no reason. Nobody keeps a wallet they find for months. But I didn't, because I was glad to just get my social security card and ID's back. In retrospect, I really wish I acted really relieved, and then asked for her name, and then say "Ah ha! I'm filing charges, bitch!"
She obviously didn't want me to know who she was, because instead of giving it to me, she left it between the screen door and front door of my house. And I was fucking home at the time, so there was really no excuse.
Shit. I completely forgot about that. And now after remembering it, I'm really pissed off. God dammit
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