Over the weekend, my wife and I went food shopping and bought two lovely pumpkins for October for $2.99 each. We put one on the stoop and one in the garden section in the front of the house. My wife loves to decorate for the fall and Halloween. It's her favorite time of the year, that's why we got married at the end of October.
Fast forward to coming home from work on Wednesday night, my wife notices the one on the stoop was gone.
Someone stole one of our pumpkins. It took three days for someone to steal it. I hate living here. My immediate neighbors are great but anyone further than two houses away is a piece of crap; their dogs pee on my lawn and then they lie to my face about it, their kids ring and run my house really late, their kids throw massive house parties when they go out and keep me up on weekdays, burn-outs in front of my house, etc. The worst house on the block has 3 adults, 6 kids, 2 Cane Corso dogs and a Siberian Husky dog. The house is only like 1800 sq. ft. They must be sleeping in cabinets.
It really sucks that I'm now a grumpy old geezer who gets mad at the neighbor kids but they really are obnoxious. It's payback for being an obnoxious kid myself, I guess. I assume it was kids who were hell bent on smashing it somewhere because what kind of adult would bother stealing a three dollar pumpkin.
The pumpkin aside, it's obviously not the money or the things. No one likes being a theft victim, but I have a major pet peeve for it. I've had a LOT of stuff stolen from me, often rather valuable things. So if something small or if something large is stolen, it bugs me just the same.
We took the surviving pumpkin and put him in the window instead. I think this year, I'm going to put out an empty honor bowl for the trick or treaters and save the first kid the trouble of cleaning it out and me the bother of rewarding these heathens. Kidding of course, I love Halloween.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
They'll Steal Anything These Days
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crazy little pumpkin stealing bastards! we had a 60 pound pumpkin outside our jewelry store one year. some punk kids stole it, had to roll it down the hill on their skateboard cause their pathetic little video game muscles were too weak to haul it. little did they know i was hanging out at the internet place next door and saw it roll by- i threw open the door and screamed "hey asshole, bring me back my pumpkin!!" at the top of my lungs. they brought it back, nearly soiling themselves after being screamed at by the crazy lady. they even apologized.
i think i can get away with it cause of my gender, i'm sure a man would've taken flack for yelling at the little delinquents, not sure...
Buy another pumpkin, hollow it out, and fill it with something unpleasant, so when they smash it they will be greeted with their just desserts.
They do it just to do it, really. I used to roll houses in high school with toilet paper, but since we weren't jerkoff kids we'd always go clean it up the next day anyway. It was still just as fun since the point usually wasn't to just be a pain in someone's ass.
We used to keep a BB or pellet gun at our farm as well, since our neighbor's pitbulls would sometimes bring their puppies over to learn to hunt on our litters of kittens. A butt full of buckshot teaches a dog real quick where it's welcome and where it isn't. And if the owners complain (as long as you don't hurt the dog, just give it a little sting on the behind), the dog was trespassing and they need to abide by leash laws (if you have them).
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