Thursday, August 14, 2008
Why are there so many songs about rainbows
I can't remember if I mentioned it on this here blog or not, but a few months ago my wallet was stolen from work. That day was especially busy and people were in and out like a fiddler's elbow. After work, I went to get some groceries and found myself at the check-out with six bags of food and no wallet.
When I mulled over the day there was one prime suspect. Everyone else I knew and trusted. This guy came in with his depressed girlfriend and their children for help with various things. He was overly friendly and quick to help when I needed something moved to get them some diapers. This behaviour made me suspicious. People who are in desperate need are rarely so full of energy and smiles. Something to hide.
I made a report to police and they wanted to question the guy and I said no. No proof and the wallet was already gone. I'd rather not bring more despair into this poor woman's life. I was surprisingly chill about the whole thing and went about quietly replacing my ID. Others were mad, I was not.
Tonight, I got a phone call. It was the girlfriend. She found all my ID stuck in the side of a rip in her mattress. Her boyfriend had ripped her off a month ago, went on a coke binge and left her. She didn't even know I was the person whose ID she'd found. We had only met once. She was angry at him and ashamed at herself. I am thankful for her honesty. Anyway, that's the kind of day I had. Many, many stories of misery. Stories I could not, and would not, repeat. I think I need a new profession. Something lighter perhaps.
Posted by Eve Grey at 8/14/2008