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Post by roverpup on Dec 2, 2017 0:16:01 GMT
Did the police ever get back to you QZ?
I have had one heavy breather on the phone in my lifetime but nothing like that. I imagine your feelings of violation felt much like my feelings when Dan and I had our house broken into when we were away. Although the police told us we were “lucky” (that they didn’t vandalise the place as well as break in) I didn’t feel that way. I kept imagining they were coming back (because there was nothing of any value to steal in our place - you know you are poor when that happens!). It haunted me for months afterwards. It was ridiculous but nevertheless I felt that way. A feeling of total violation and a great fear of having it happen again. They never caught the culprits but since all they took were some travelers checques we weren’t out anything. A couple of months later the cops found the travelers checques (minus one which they tried to cash and failed) dumped in a ditch.
And of course it hasn’t repeated itself. And some nights we have left the front door wide open all night long and forgot to shut and lock it! During the daytime we never lock our doors unless we will be away for several days but at night we do lock the doors.
You probably do live in a very safe neighbourhood QZ. These things happen but it probably is very rare and random.
:-))
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Dec 2, 2017 0:38:15 GMT
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Post by sgev1977 on Dec 2, 2017 0:38:15 GMT
Wow! That's awful! I hope you feel better now and please take of yourself!
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Post by mllemass on Dec 2, 2017 9:33:30 GMT
Many years ago, I left the house early one winter morning to find my car broken into. It was parked on the street in front of my house. The driver's side window was smashed, and there was broken glass all over the seat. The owner's manual, taken from my glove compartment, was lying in the slush on the ground. I guess in the dark it must have looked like it was something valuable in its fake-leather case. They didn't take much because I didn't have much to take - my cassettes, my spare umbrella, and an old blanket from the trunk. Other than the damage to the car, the loss of the blanket was particularly upsetting because my parents had brought it from Italy when we moved here. We always used it outdoors for picnics or when we went to the park. When I first started working, my mother had insisted I keep it in my car for emergencies.
Even though years have passed and I have a different car and live in a different house, I still occasionally expect to find a smashed window when I approach my car - which I now park in my driveway. I don't think of it every day anymore, thank goodness, but it does feel like my brain keeps wanting to remind me of it every once in a while.
And yes, I lived (and still live) in a "nice" neighbourhood where those things shouldn't happen! Or so we thought.
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