My grandkids came home from school yesterday, looking forward to playing on their Wii or their PSwhatever or just hanging and watching TV…same as they do every day. The grandson is old enough now to babysit, so he earns a little extra money by watching his sister after school–probably extra on top of that for not duct taping her to a lamp post outside when she goes into Diva mode.
They came home yesterday to find the house had been broken into. Teenagers, the cops figured, probably two of them. They came in through the kitchen window, which required some dexterity and nimbleness, but they exited through the sliding doors, both of which they left wide open in the pouring rain. They obviously watched enough CSI to wear gloves, because they didn’t leave any fingerprints behind. And we suspect they have done it before because they bypassed all the big stuff and went straight to the bedrooms to look for jewelry…easy to carry, easy to stash in pockets, easy to walk away and saunter down the street looking innocent as newborn lambs.
Easy to completely destroy the feeling of safety a family should have in their own home.
They probably thought they were clever and hit the motherlode. They got the diamond and sapphire bracelet I gave my daughter in law on her wedding day, and the heavy gold link bracelet I gave to my son. They got rings that were over a hundred years old, passed down to the DIL through her great grandmother. They even got the tiny diamond pendant I gave to my granddaughter on her first birthday thinking a girl has to start out life with some bling. It wasn’t very valuable, a couple of hundred bucks new and hocked, they’ll maybe get twenty. The real value in most of what was taken is in the sentiment. How do you put a dollar figure on rings that belonged to a great great grandmother. It’s not like they were from Cartier. Again, they’ll get maybe 5 cents on the dollar for them, but to my daughter in law they were priceless.
They got watches and earrings and chains and bracelets, and on their way out, grabbed a Christmas bag that was half filled with wrapped gifts for my son’s brother in law. I guess they cleverly figured: who is going to stop someone walking down the street carrying a Christmas bag full of gifts?
What I want to know is, when these Mensa candidates go home, do their mothers not notice a big bag full of wrapped gifts and loose jewelry? Or after the stuff is hocked, do they not notice their kids suddenly have a lot of money to spend even though they’re not working and supposed to be school? Do they think that because their little darlings are going through a phase and belong to a *cool* gang at school, that they aren’t going to graduate from breaking into empty houses to breaking into bigger and better things? Ten years from now, when they’re emptying their pockets and being patted down before going into the visiting room of a prison to see their precious sons (or daughters) behind bars…are they going to put on the “poor me” face and pretend they didn’t see it coming?
As for the thieves themselves…my Christmas wish for you is to have to spend a year chained to the ass of an elephant suffering from diarrhea . I hope when you do reach the big time bars you’re pretty enough to attract Bubba’s attention. And when you’re lying there weeping and feeling sorry for yourself and wondering where it all went wrong…maybe you’ll think back to how much fun you had, how clever you thought you were destroying a family’s home and Christmas.