Steal My Beer. Steal My Heart.

Posted by kim on August 19, 2006

I usually feel safe in this small town of mine. I leave my keys in the vehicle and never lock my door. That was until the last couple of weeks when there have been some robberies and vandalism going on.

Yesterday I went to meet the phone company over at my dad’s house to set up DSL and forgot to lock the front door after the technician left (we use the back door).

So at 3 am, my dad gets some visitors in the form of burglars. They rummaged through all the drawers presumably looking for money. All they ended up stealing was some Bud Light and a flashlight. Didn’t touch my computer, thank the Lord.

I feel bad that it was my fault I left the door unlocked. My dad was so scared (as I would have been) when they shown a flashlight at him in bed. Dad asked them what they wanted, and they left. He couldn’t make out who they were. I hope the cops arrest them soon.

And here I am, sitting home (if home is what you call it) on a Saturday night at my dad’s house. Pathetic, I know. But I’m exhausted. I got everything loaded in the trailer. Need to go back tomorrow and clean. Ugh.