Well, poopity poop poop poop
Sep. 6th, 2012 08:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
averygoodun42My wallet was stolen yesterday. More accurately, it was taken from where I stupidly left it at the store, but seeing as it wasn't turned in to lost and found several hours after the fact, I think I can say it's been stolen.
On the plus side, my credit card was maxed out already (August was a damned expensive month), so even if they'd tried to use it, they wouldn't have managed to get anything with it. It wasn't pay-week, so there was only $6 cash plus some change lost.
The down sides are worse, though. My (new) license, Page's medicaid card and my proof of Canadian citizenship were all in there. That last one will be a major hassle and expense to replace. There was also a house key (fortunately not to our house, or anyone's in the vicinity) in the change pocket, which means that we'll need be very careful to lock our doors for a while.
I feel so stupid. If I'd just been lazy and rolled the cart to the car, I wouldn't have left it in the cart. Or, if I had still left it in the cart, the person to find it would have been someone more likely to hand it in.
I think that's what upsets me the most, actually: a personal/social prejudice was (probably) confirmed true. I like to think that all people are inherently honest for the most part. However, the guys lounging at the bus stop bench next to where I left the cart (and my wallet) were kinda seedy and... had the juvie hall experience look about them. What shames me the most about my instant of judging them was that they had the look of hard times about them, and the contempt for and anger at the world that goes along with that. And it's not fair to think that just because a person is suffering hard times, or is angry at the world (justifiably or not) that they'll be dishonest. But as soon as I realized my purse was missing, I immediately thought of that group of guys and their bored sneers and feared the worst. And I hate that I was probably right to feel that way.
Of course, I probably wouldn't have assumed that if I hadn't got the vibe that all those lounging guys knew each other. While I trust most people on a basic level, groups of guys (especially rich, young, white guys, for some reason) make me nervous. Probably because the intelligence level of people in general goes down the larger the group, and it seems to go down fastest in young men. That whole "something to prove" attitude gets inflated and... bad things happen. And while there wasn't anything that screamed that the guys were a group of friends/compatriots, they weren't as scattered as strangers usually are.
As bad things go, this is pretty minor. And I'm grateful about that. Buuuut...
Bah.
On the plus side, my credit card was maxed out already (August was a damned expensive month), so even if they'd tried to use it, they wouldn't have managed to get anything with it. It wasn't pay-week, so there was only $6 cash plus some change lost.
The down sides are worse, though. My (new) license, Page's medicaid card and my proof of Canadian citizenship were all in there. That last one will be a major hassle and expense to replace. There was also a house key (fortunately not to our house, or anyone's in the vicinity) in the change pocket, which means that we'll need be very careful to lock our doors for a while.
I feel so stupid. If I'd just been lazy and rolled the cart to the car, I wouldn't have left it in the cart. Or, if I had still left it in the cart, the person to find it would have been someone more likely to hand it in.
I think that's what upsets me the most, actually: a personal/social prejudice was (probably) confirmed true. I like to think that all people are inherently honest for the most part. However, the guys lounging at the bus stop bench next to where I left the cart (and my wallet) were kinda seedy and... had the juvie hall experience look about them. What shames me the most about my instant of judging them was that they had the look of hard times about them, and the contempt for and anger at the world that goes along with that. And it's not fair to think that just because a person is suffering hard times, or is angry at the world (justifiably or not) that they'll be dishonest. But as soon as I realized my purse was missing, I immediately thought of that group of guys and their bored sneers and feared the worst. And I hate that I was probably right to feel that way.
Of course, I probably wouldn't have assumed that if I hadn't got the vibe that all those lounging guys knew each other. While I trust most people on a basic level, groups of guys (especially rich, young, white guys, for some reason) make me nervous. Probably because the intelligence level of people in general goes down the larger the group, and it seems to go down fastest in young men. That whole "something to prove" attitude gets inflated and... bad things happen. And while there wasn't anything that screamed that the guys were a group of friends/compatriots, they weren't as scattered as strangers usually are.
As bad things go, this is pretty minor. And I'm grateful about that. Buuuut...
Bah.
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Date: 2012-09-06 12:56 pm (UTC)Have you reported the loss of the driving license, medicaid card and Canadian citizenship thing to the police? That way, if someone finds them if they're discarded, you'll get them back quicker.
Also, if you have photocopies of them, you'll be able to get replacements fairly quickly. *makes note to photocopy own documents, which were renewed recently*