While I was away at work yesterday my house was robbed, window broken, the usual stuff stolen (mostly electronic devices, including stuff so old and cheap that they'll probably get $5 for it. Unfortunately, my computer was among the missing and so posts are liable to be hit and miss for a few days).
The most interesting thing about the whole sorry affair was the saga of my chess bag (yes, it's all about chess). Some items were dropped in the garage, as if the perps had been startled and left in a hurry (though at this point no one in the area is known to have seen anything. Curious). Anyhoo, there in the garage was my bag, unzipped, with clock and six White pieces lying around nearby. In my bedroom ("tossed" to look for hidden valuables) my game scores were in a compact pile, with other pieces lying around. When we finished tidying everything up, I had a complete set of pieces, clock and score sheets, and even the cashews I keep in the bag for energy during games. Great news.
I figure they looked in the chess bag, opened the compartments to see if anything valuable was hidden, and took it to stuff other items into. Or something. It didn't make much sense, but I'm happy it's all there.
Of course it's a bummer to have your place burglarized, but the good thing is that no one was home and no one was hurt. Well, that's what you're supposed to say. I rather wish that I'd been home alone when they broke that window and snuck in like the little shithead low-brow loser cowards that their kind always are.
I'd really liked to have made their acquaintance.
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When I was a kid, we spent a year in an townhouse complex next to some train tracks.
One night, as one of the looooong and loud freight trains rumbled by, an ~18 yer old kid broke a window and looted our Nintendo, VCR, my dad's leather jacket and my mom's purse while we were sleeping upstairs.
I totally get how you feel.
Amazingly, a few months later an acquaintance of the thief moved in a few doors down. When she heard we'd been burgled and how, she was able to rattle off every item he took because she was over at his house the next morning with some mutual friends.
We got most of the stuff back and he paid for the few things he no longer had (some VHS tapes- back when the video rental places charged a hundred bucks for lost ones! - and the jacket).
Sorry to hear about your misfortune.
sorry to hear about you what happened, My parents house was robbed once when they were in Spain and I was minding it. Ironically I was at a weekend chess tournament that day , when I came home the place was a bit smashed up. Anyway if they handled your chess set it might be a good place for prints though I imagine there would be many people's prints on them. Hope they catch them.
Bastards.
Man, that sucks. I was hit twice in a two week period back in 2001.
Bought an alarm, a watch dog, and a lot of security doors and windows... Makes you want to hunt down the creeps that make us prisoners in our own homes.
Hi Robert, sorry to hear about that happening to you. It was probably some low-life with a drug habit!
But not to worry, the scumbags responsible will soon enough find themselves in prison taking it in the ass by any of the various numbers of butt-pirates already there before them!
This is when you laugh your ass off! It's the only revenge you'll get with this sorry excuse for a justice system.
Two of my friends in San Diego were robbed at gunpoint during a chess game when the club was somewhat deserted. We're kind of vulnerable at our own chess club, in case you haven't noticed.
Sorry to hear about that but glad it wasn't worse.
Something similar happened to me once. The would be burglars pried open a window but didn't get in because - I suppose - of the dog.
I read somewhere that crimes like this are usually done by someone in the same neighborhood.
It sounds like you're holding up well, which is great to hear. But I know it's going to be a pain getting everything back in order.
The cashews are a great idea.
I suppose it's probably not the best time to mention Tuesdays were your scheduled plan update day.
Oh, and people like those thieves? Their courage exists only as long as their bullets last. And sometimes not even that.
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