Asklemmy

Living with a friend, in the first place after moving out of our parents places. He smoked weed but that didn't bother me. However, one night he invited in the local weed dealer and I was really concerned but he assured me it was ok.

We both worked at the same company, so came home at the same time a day or so later to find the front door was open. They smashed the small decorative window which allowed them to reach in and unlock and open the door.

I can't remember what they stole from my friend but I lost my GameCube, controllers and all the games. Also, my first portable minidisc player and a pair of cheap earphones I used with them which I absolutely loved. The wire was like string and rarely tangled.

I had a few imported US games and I thought they might give me the edge. I rang all the local game shops to see if anyone had tried to bulk sell the lot but I was unlucky.

Yes! Two days ago, someone stole my bike. That is, I had parked it (and locked it) in a bike garage monitored by CCTV at the train station where I commute and when I came back from work my bike was gone and only my broken lock was left. However, as I looked around a little the thieves had not moved it far, only down a floor into the premium "bike hotel" area that is an actual locked in area as well. So I just called the company, and they let me in and gave me my bike back.

Afterwards, I called the police to let them know someone stole my bike and that the whole ordeal was caught on cameras (they have to open an official investigation before the footage can be used due to surveillance laws). As I tried to report the theft (or attempt thereof), I had the following fun conversation with a policeman:

• Me: Explains the circumstances of what happened.
• Policeman: (Interrupts) "Yeah, maybe you should keep that in mind for next time."
• Me: "Uhm what?"
• Policeman: "Yeah, maybe you should be a little bit smarter with regards to where you put your bike."
• Me: "Uhm OK, I just told you I put it in the designated parking spot that, as pointed out, is monitored."

I get that they do not really care about bike theft as they account for 30% of reported thefts, but I mean come on. They obviously moved my bike (along with others, I assume) to a nearby area so they could collect them all in a van later that night and drive off unnoticed. The police could have sent one patrol there at the right time and have them caught red-handed with video footage of the entire ordeal. Incompetence and unwillingness to actually do their work is precisely why there are so many thefts to begin with. Had I said I was a shop owner and had a bike stolen, I am certain they would show up in no time.

TL;DR: Bike got stolen and the police sucks. Thankfully, the thieves sucked marginally less, so I got my bike back.

I don't think I have, but I'm always mildly irked by broke people stealing from other broke people instead of from people that can afford to replace the stolen whatever.

I used to steal food from the local big chain supermarket.

A friend in college gave me his Gameboy Advance SP and some games, and I'd collected more games over the years. I lent everything to a coworker and then I was home sick when said coworker moved away and took it all.

Could've left it at work, could've left it with a mutual friend. They were coming back for a visit so I asked if they could bring it and they accused me of not caring about them, only the gameboy, so they did not give it back then either.

It was a huge bummer because I was on THE LAST LEVEL of Pokemon Sapphire and now it's too expensive for me to get another copy. I'd also told the guy who gave it to me originally that he could reclaim the GBA and his games if he ever felt inclined but thankfully that has not happened since I wouldn't be able to return them now.

I've had other belongings stolen from me in the past but it was the accusation that trying to reclaim my property meant I did not care about the person who stole from me that really grinds my gears even now. I'd spent a lot of time trying to help them through some difficult life stuff long before I ever lent them the console.

Yeah, had a drug dealer burgle our apartment (just an opportunistic thing, spare keys had been left outside by a friend who was moving). Fortunately no-one was in, but it sucked to have to deal with all the damage and security.

We eventually tracked them down when they sold some stuff though and they were actually arrested and we got a few things back.

It was awesome the police actually raided them. Unfortunately the new government released them as prisoners with "non-violent" offences.

Back in primary school someone stole one of my bakugan out of my bag. It was the snake trap which folded into a cylinder instead of a sphere like the normal ones. So sad.

my father gave me a lesson once when my bike was stolen when i was a child. he told me that they did it because they felt they had to; not because they wanted to target me and that remaining angry about it was unproductive because they will never know nor care.

i try to apply that same lesson every time someone wrongs me.

Yeah, about five minutes ago. It happens. I'd rather extend trust and sometimes be disappointed than live in paranoia.

I lived in an apartment complex in my early 20s. Left the car unlocked one night and someone rummaged through it. The only thing they took was my prescription sunglasses. It aggrivates me to think that the moment they tried it they realized it was a prescription and threw em out. $600 just gone to steal something absolutely useless to anyone but me.

Like bruh.

The was in the 90s when I was growing up. Some asshole straight up came into my parent’s house and took these expensive ass Guess shorts while I was napping. Also had my wallet and ID in there. In a few days, the ID showed back up in my mailbox. I have a feeling it was a scumbag dude I grew up with but I’ll never truly know for sure.

An umbrella...

Some fellow student named Jordan did it years ago...

I'm still pissed and wondering where wtf he lives

Someone stole my car's owner manual.

I was a court advocate for victims of domestic violence, volunteering at the same facility that had helped me escape an extreme situation. Having noticed that there was no federal, state, local, or private list of resources for people in crisis, I approached the director to request permission to compile a comprehensive guide and make it publicly available. Although I would’ve done it for free, the director saw the need and suggested this should be a highly-paid position; she announced the job opening to everyone at the next meeting.

A woman I’d never seen before expressed interest at the meeting, so I introduced myself and offered to collaborate to make the publication a success. We were scheduled to make our presentation to the board in a month. I gathered my half of the research and negotiated with businesses to donate materials and operating expenses, so that this program would be self-sustaining. I contacted the other woman every couple days to update her on what I’d accomplished, and to gather her data. She never had anything except excuses, so I gathered her share of the data, too.

On the day of the meeting, I’d done 100% of the work, which I’d happily shared with her, and I had put together the entire presentation. I didn’t mind, because this was a valuable community service. I arrived early for the meeting and sat outside the closed boardroom, waiting for my “partner”, but she never showed up.

At precisely the agreed-upon time for our meeting to start, the boardroom door opened and my partner emerged, grinning as everyone congratulated her. Yeah. I still didn’t get it.

I was ushered in and was asked to make my presentation. I was quickly interrupted because the board wanted to see MY efforts, not the work of the other woman. They accused me of stealing her work and told me to leave.

The other woman received a hefty salary for almost a year, but she never even bothered to use my research and connections to make even one flyer. Eventually she was fired and the failed community service idea became anathema to the facility.

That fucker changed the meeting time, stole my work and all the credit for it, scammed herself into the position, took the salary from the outreach budget, and destroyed the comprehensive resource list that would have helped tens of thousands of people in crisis.

The value of my labor, daily.

The nominal “cost” of my healthcare, at every encounter.

Etc.

About 20 years ago, when I was in middle school, some high schoolers stole a game (Halo for xbox) from me while I was walking home. I had borrowed it from someone at school.

Yea, I was walking home late at night with my hands full and my phone in my breast pocket. Two folks on an electric scooter zoomed by and grabbed my phone.

It fucking sucked.

Besides the obvious like surplus labour value being stolen by my boss I've been stolen from a couple of times. I had my car broken into once (I accidentally left it unlocked since I had a family emergency to get to), they stole my jacket and some change out of the cup holder. I didn't really care since I had more tragic matters to deal with at the time and if they needed to steal my jacket they needed it more than me. I was/am lucky enough to have a spare so I really didn't think much about it. They did leave a half carton of coffee creamer behind though, I was a little confused about that

Im a bit busy but like I can't believe anyone can get to adulthood without having something stolen from them and likely stealing something to boot.

Yeah my new bicycle was stolen. Right where everyone could see it, and there were no other bikes. 250 euro lock.

I heard they use a spray to freeze the lock and then just break it.

Couldn't have been happier because it was a piece of shit and my insurance got me a new one that I still have over a decade later! Karma is a bitch.

Yes, by pirates. They looted me art thinking they could get away with disregarding even any minimal courtesy for that, but I showed I can go full Julius Caesar on them, and with the power of a single prayer to mod, almost like magic, their very substance vanished in a puff of smoke. Don't mess with creative minds.

About 15 years ago I went on a trip from San Diego to NY. We were staying in a shitty Days Inn in some some town. We left our luggage in the rooms, and went out for the day, and I had left my iPod nano in there. When we came back that evening, my iPod was gone and my package of brand new boxers was missing a pair also. I assumed they hid the iPod in the rolled up boxers. We went down to complain to the front desk but they didn't give a shit. Lessons were learned that day. I was so excited to listen to Biggie "Going Back to Cali" on my way back to Cali and that's what was REALLY stolen from me :(

We were on holiday at a camp ground when I was child. I had my Nintendo DS with me and I think during this vacation I even bought a carrying case and some games for it with my own money. During the day we would ride bycicles to other places so I left it in the tent buried under some stuff. One day when we came back i could not find it. At first I thought it could be stolen or my dad tried to hide it from me, because I played with it quite a lot which he wasn'ta fan of. So I tried to look through his stuff without him noticing to find it. But i didn't find it and since i am quite reserved i didnt want to bring it up that it was missing.

In the end I think someone at that camp ground must have seen me use it and then waited for us to leave to steal it, since nothing else was stolen.

After that every time someone asked me why I wasn't playing as much as before I told them that I didn't feel like it. And I'm not sure whether they figured it out to this day.

I crashed a friend's house one night, and I woke up and $50 was missing out of my wallet.

I asked my friend, who I knew had stolen it, "how can $50 disappear from my wallet overnight?" and he looked me dead in the eye and said:

"I don't know man. It's a mystery."

We aren't friends anymore.