So today when I went home from the gym, I ran into the house to change into my jeans and shirt. Mom wanted me to go to Publix to pick up some groceries for her.
Couldn't have been in the house for any more than two minutes - come back out, the car I used had its door open. I found that odd, but chocked it up to carelessness on my part since hey, maybe I didn't close it all the way. I was in a bit of a hurry after all.
Get to the store, notice the 30 dollars in cash she gave me that I stowed in the console box was gone... then I noticed my bookbag from the gym was gone which contained my wallet... which contained five credit cards, my social security card, driver license, and check card to my $16,000 bank account (AKA college & Camaro fund). Scared shitless and hoping to the almighty lord that I took the bookbag inside the house (which I didn't remember doing), I hauled ass back home to find out that I didn't and that I DID leave it in the car. Someone stole it - my suspicions point to the that lives right across from me, the same douchebag who I've personally witnessed back into my mother's car in the morning hours when it was parked in the street and just drive off. It left no damage, so I flipped him off and went about my business but that should tell you how much of a careless, spineless sap he is... then again, it might not have been him. I just think it might've been since when he is outside smoking, it is TOTALLY dark and he is as silent as a mouse, and in front of his line of view where he smokes is my parking lot. He could've seen me coming home and leaving the car giving him the chance. I would've never even known he was there, he is so silent.
So anyway, after spending an hour calling my bank and all the credit card companies to put holds on them and send me new ones, the VERY last one I canceled... my Credit One card... which I haven't used in MONTHS... had a charge on it TODAY for one dollar at a Racetrack gas station. I know where a Racetrack is around here. Funny, either he was seeing if it would work or he bought a lotto ticket. Needless to say, that card was put on hold too.
All in all, the worse part about all this isn't the wallet - it was the other stuff in the bookbag. My favorite pair of jeans, my MP3 player... my jug of Creatine..
Now when I get all these cards back, I am going to have to buy all that crap again. There goes a potential 300 dollars that I had towards the Camaro over some stupid asshole who didn't even get anything out of his thievery. Meh, guess it could've been worse.
So here's the topic. Tell your stories, folks. Has this happened to any of you guys? Let it all out, let's hear em'!