View Full Version : So you had a Bad Day
jblksmith1
07-21-2006, 03:02 AM
So today at lunchtime (which really is the middle of the night for me because I work nights) I am all cozy in my pj's sitting in front of my brothers computer typing some response on this very forum when I heard a very distinct rumble outside the door. I said to myself (as I threw the keyboard on the floor) nah, that can't be your bike. Then I said to myself, because there was nobody else to talk to...hmmm this is a quiet little neighborhood, you just put the garbage out 10 minutes ago, scanned the neighborhood for whatever and realized now that there was no other bike out there. Ok, Joann, yes that has to be your bike. So I leap for the door pajamas falling down, grab the cell phone, open the screen door, scan front, scan left, scan right, scan, scan, scan...ok dummy last night at 2am there was a big black harley davidson in that very spot you keep scanning. It is not there now, dial, dial, dial. Look right again, see big man, driving off on your harley, breathe, breathe, dial. 911 answer, 911 answer please please just answer...ring, ring, ring, run inside grab house phone, call 911 on that phone, hold two ringing phones up to both ears...ring ring ring...4 minutes later two operators pick up at the same time, trying to have two conversations, harley gone, big man, turn left, "Hold on and we will connect you with local PD"... freaking out, gun locked up, can't shoot man in back anyway idiot, who steals a cops bike anyway ok, ok, they stole my bike, quick quick, making left..."relax lady, we will be right there", "big man, wearing a black helmet", "be right there". Cop shows up, starts taking information...sooooo what kind of bike was it, 2003 Harley Davidson, 100th Anniversary edition, My baby, My Allison, gone, men, men, I know why I don't date men, they steal bikes, "What?" "A motorcycle" "He stole a motorcycle"..."ummmm, let me call the desk, sarge, uh yeah, that bike report, uh it's a motorcycle with a license plate and a registration, and insurance"..."Ughhhh yeah, cancel APB on big man with helmet stealing bicycle"..."uhhh...I'm sorry lady your bike is probably gone by now, in pieces, on its way to Budapest!" My Allison does not want to go to Budapest, she only wants to go to Alaska, with me! I told her all about it. Told her I couldn't rent one of those bikes on the excursions. Wouldn't be fair to go without her. Couldn't do it. Gonna pay for double occupancy on NCL so I get to keep all the gifts. Allison will share the room.
So I spent this afternoon, sitting on the porch, crying big tears, some sad, some joyful (big man didn't hurt anybody, not gonna get fired for shooting big man in back, kids are in florida on vacation sheltered from crime, big man can not steal alaska, etc). And here I am, wide awake, middle of the night, every time I hear a creak, running out to see if big man is out there...hmmm...nothing left to steal Joann, little brothers corvette on the military base, mom's rolled over truck pieces in the driveway, mom driving your big truck all cozy with your dog in the back sleeping...time to go to bed.
dmuir62
07-21-2006, 03:12 AM
Awe... I'm so sorry to read this. I had a truck stolen once and I know how it feels. You have my deepest sympathy. But--as you mentioned--you're okay, your kids are okay, your mom is okay, your dog is okay... so in the end, it'll all be okay. Posessions can be replaced, people can not. Take Care.:o
jblksmith1
07-21-2006, 03:57 AM
Thank you Douglas. I still can't sleep. Gonna try again.
meg4peace
07-21-2006, 10:14 PM
Hugs to you from a fellow New Jerseyan!!! I am glad that you weren't hurt physically.
Tomorrow will be better.
Hang in there friend.
2DadsnAnaheim
07-21-2006, 11:22 PM
WOW! what a very sad thing to happen you. I know that you must be feeling down, but the old saying around karma is : What goes around will come around 1000 times over if you steal or take something that isn't yours or doesn't belong to you.
I wish I was there to give you a Giant Hug and let you know that not all men are dirty rotten, low-down, gutter licking pigs as the one who stole your 2003 Harley Davidson, 100th Anniversary edition.
Here's to hoping that you get your Allison back in one piece.
Sleep well and look foward to another day and the beautiful things it has to hold for you and your loved ones.
Darrell
jblksmith1
07-22-2006, 12:35 AM
You guys are great.
Darrell, I know that all men are not pigs. I just think I might have felt a "little" different had I seen some hot chick stealing my baby and turning the corner. Anyway you are right about the karma thing. And what goes around does come around every two weeks when I get paid. No crime, no job...I am feeling a little better today. Had a conversation with a desk Sgt about his locals being rude to me. It is unfortunate the way some cops treat citizens. I was treated a whole lot differently today when they found out I was on the job. I make it a personal goal to treat everyone with respect. I have "demanded" to get a copy of the 911 and Dispatcher tapes because somebody needs to be retrained. I will accept 50% responsibility because my vocabulary has become very Jerry Springer and I do say bike instead of motorcycle, elephant instead of pachyderm, and dog instead of canine. I will work on that this week...lol. Yes, yes, a big man with a black helmet riding on a bicycle. Hmmm...I think I could have caught up to him. Anyway, I appreciate the support.
2DadsnAnaheim
07-22-2006, 12:42 AM
You go girl, that's the way to do it.
silverstreak959
07-24-2006, 11:21 PM
I'm really sorry about your very bad day! I hope it has gotten better since then!
3texans
07-27-2006, 04:38 AM
So today at lunchtime (which really is the middle of the night for me because I work nights) I am all cozy in my pj's sitting in front of my brothers computer typing some response on this very forum when I heard a very distinct rumble outside the door. I said to myself (as I threw the keyboard on the floor) nah, that can't be your bike. Then I said to myself, because there was nobody else to talk to...hmmm this is a quiet little neighborhood, you just put the garbage out 10 minutes ago, scanned the neighborhood for whatever and realized now that there was no other bike out there. Ok, Joann, yes that has to be your bike. So I leap for the door pajamas falling down, grab the cell phone, open the screen door, scan front, scan left, scan right, scan, scan, scan...ok dummy last night at 2am there was a big black harley davidson in that very spot you keep scanning. It is not there now, dial, dial, dial. Look right again, see big man, driving off on your harley, breathe, breathe, dial. 911 answer, 911 answer please please just answer...ring, ring, ring, run inside grab house phone, call 911 on that phone, hold two ringing phones up to both ears...ring ring ring...4 minutes later two operators pick up at the same time, trying to have two conversations, harley gone, big man, turn left, "Hold on and we will connect you with local PD"... freaking out, gun locked up, can't shoot man in back anyway idiot, who steals a cops bike anyway ok, ok, they stole my bike, quick quick, making left..."relax lady, we will be right there", "big man, wearing a black helmet", "be right there". Cop shows up, starts taking information...sooooo what kind of bike was it, 2003 Harley Davidson, 100th Anniversary edition, My baby, My Allison, gone, men, men, I know why I don't date men, they steal bikes, "What?" "A motorcycle" "He stole a motorcycle"..."ummmm, let me call the desk, sarge, uh yeah, that bike report, uh it's a motorcycle with a license plate and a registration, and insurance"..."Ughhhh yeah, cancel APB on big man with helmet stealing bicycle"..."uhhh...I'm sorry lady your bike is probably gone by now, in pieces, on its way to Budapest!" My Allison does not want to go to Budapest, she only wants to go to Alaska, with me! I told her all about it. Told her I couldn't rent one of those bikes on the excursions. Wouldn't be fair to go without her. Couldn't do it. Gonna pay for double occupancy on NCL so I get to keep all the gifts. Allison will share the room.
So I spent this afternoon, sitting on the porch, crying big tears, some sad, some joyful (big man didn't hurt anybody, not gonna get fired for shooting big man in back, kids are in florida on vacation sheltered from crime, big man can not steal alaska, etc). And here I am, wide awake, middle of the night, every time I hear a creak, running out to see if big man is out there...hmmm...nothing left to steal Joann, little brothers corvette on the military base, mom's rolled over truck pieces in the driveway, mom driving your big truck all cozy with your dog in the back sleeping...time to go to bed.
Somehow I am picturing the "big man" on your Harley wearing our clothes. I know this is unlikely since we are 2 women with a 9 year old boy, but somehow I'm still seeing it. I am seeing him in my new swimming suit that I didn't even wear on the cruise, with my red flowered Hawaiian shirt flapping in the breeze. You see, on the way home from the cruise someone broke into our rental car and stole all of our luggage! A sinking feeling indeed! We continue to look on the bright side like you, nobody hurt, purses, jewelry and cameras with us and not in the car, but still in shock. Our son said, "It's ok, we have more clothes at home!" I said, "You might! We've just been on a 2 week vacation with all of our best clothes!" The other night he couldn't figure out why he had no long pjs in his drawer. Hmm...Guess we left the short ones at home, not his favorites.
We are now in a huge fight with Farmers Insurance. The fine print says that the rental car must show forcible entry and damage to the car. It doesn't matter that the police told the adjustor that professionals had been working the area with "slim jims," and that there would be no damage when a slim jim was used. Lesson learned...Make sure you scratch the car... But then again, that wouldn't be honest...But they would be paying for our clothes, if the car had a scratch. Dilemma...
Although, you may not get back your Allison, hopefully you can get a replacement bike. When you do, I'll hope you'll wear a red flowered Hawaiian shirt, and let it flap in the breeze. Maybe your thief and my thief will see you and feel guilty! :-)