I came home from vacation a couple of weeks ago and discovered my $1,000 bike missing from my garage. I was really pissed. I'm upset because some low-life entered my garage and stole my precious bike. I call my son a week later (he'd been at the house) to ask if he had left the garage open. No, why, he says. Because some low-life got in and stole my beautiful bike, I say. Oh, I borrowed it. It's at my house, he says. WTF? I'm still pissed, that he didn't tell me. But at least I have my bike back.
I feel for you for having your car entered. Years ago someone broke into my van and stole my stereo system. I'm still not over it.
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