Missing: Toolbox
Usually I leave my car unlocked because if someone feels inspired to break in, I’d rather that they leave my windows intact. Indeed, I’ve had the contents of my center console and glove compartment rifled on more than one occasion but nothing has ever been taken.
Until yesterday, when some asshole stole my tools. I took my toolbox to my new house so that I could put together my new storage furniture and then I finally brought it back to my old/current house so that I could disassemble things here, but I forgot to bring it in and left it sitting on the floor in the backseat of my car.
It’s not like my tools were super fancy or anything, but they were MINE and I’ve been slowly collecting them over the years until I finally had everything I needed (including a wide range of carefully sorted fasteners that came in handy all the time). The bottom of my toolbox held a bunch of old tools that were my grandfathers. I never used them because my newer tools were generally more convenient but I kept them for sentimental value.
I cannot believe that someone stole my grimy little toolbox full of virtually worthless tools. They couldn’t possibly mean anything to anyone else, but to me they were a little symbol of my independence and my ability to step outside of my comfort zone to take care of things that needed taking care of. This is the icing on the cake of my hatred for this stupid neighborhood.
January 11th, 2010 at 10:16 am
Ugh. That’s awful. I hope that (for whoever stole the tools) whenever they use one they will always drop it on their foot.
That might not be great comfort, but it’s all I’ve got.