Wednesday, 25 August 2010
Get me the f*** out of here
I am sitting in my store, even though it's closed, because I'm waiting for the cops to arrive. I am waiting for the cops to arrive because this afternoon while one greasy bastard distracted me, his greasy bastard friend went upstairs and broke into my apartment. Our perfunctory search didn't show anything as missing, but then my husband did come home and surprise the guy in the apartment, who fled. Our search for missing things was perfunctory because we couldn't find our cat Aoki right away. The other cats nervously showed themselves but Aoki hid (smart, but heart attack-inducing when she wouldn't come when we called her, for 20 minutes - and our apartment is very small). We found her looking terrified behind some framed photos sitting on the floor. Now we can't go look to see if he got anything because the cops told us not to touch anything until they arrive. I. Hate. This.
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Oh no! :( How awful.
Oh I'm so sorry. That's awful. :(
I am so sorry to hear of your troubles and hope that after that traumatic evening, things are somewhat better this morning.
Sorry, dear C. That bites. A surreal summer, yeah. Hopefully a pleasant routine will swing into place, soon. Take good care. Cheers, K
OMG, I'm so sorry. I hope they catch the b*stards.
Catch them? The police didn't even bother to show up after making us wait hours and hours outside our apartment not touching anything. :(
Shockingly awful. Bad karma is on the trail of those two dudes. Glad the cats are all present and accounted for.
O NO! I hope everything is fine and so glad the cats are ok. People suck sometimes.
Dammit. Just, dammit. I'm glad you found your cat.
oh wow, this is terrible! ugh. i hope things are more settled today.
SO sorry to hear this, Colleen. Glad your cats are okay. Seems to me you're now owed the karmic equivalent of a $10K scratch-card win.
What can I say that hasn't been said? Hopefully, they'll be caught, locked up, strapped to a bed and fitted with an i-Pod playing the audiobook version of the Twilight series on loop for the next twenty years.
Is that too harsh?
Oh no! So sorry. Glad everyone and the cats are ok. Did you ever figure out if they took anything?
Thanks, friends. As far as we can tell, they didn't get away with anything. I think I'm now more bothered by the fact that the cops never even bothered to show up than I am about the fact that we were targeted this way. Sigh. Moving to a security building soon and looking forward to it.
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