This morning I found out I had been robbed.
While my focus has been elsewhere, sometime over the last 3 months someone has taken a few things and I never took the time to notice. I’m not sure how I’m suppose to feel about it.
If I had been at home more, I know it would not have happened. But I’ve let myself become distracted by a new exercise obsession and I’m not at the house in the evenings nearly as much as before.
I have a big meeting at work today and I need to wear something nicer than my khakis. My favorite suit was pulled from the closet and when I put on my pants, they slid right down. Something wasn’t right. I checked the label to make sure someone hadn’t switched pants on me. Nope.
Then an idea struck. I got out a measuring tape.
The audacity of the crime!!!!
They took 3 inches from my tummy.
They took another 2 inches from my chest.
And to top it off, they walked out with an inch and a half from each of my thighs.
They stole it from my body while I was busy exercising.
My wife advised me not to call the police.