Here's to you, Mr. or Miss Parking-Lot Thief:
By smashing in the car window of the grandmother-to-be in the parking lot of the Scottsdale, Arizona YMCA yesterday, you completely ruined what was shaping up to be a magical baby shower for our Zumba instructor.
(Zumba is a Latin dance-themed aerobic exercise class. Yes, we attend it. We're in there with upwards of thirty women, and you're not. So there.)
You didn't even get to make off with anything for your trouble, as all of the valuables in the vehicle were inside being given to the mother-to-be. You risked serious prison time, and all you received was (hopefully) a bunch of glass cuts while rifling through a car that wasn't yours.
Scum like you is unfortunately why we have to pretty much lock up everything that isn't nailed down, and why we can't even leave our garage door open while working in our back yard, in order to show the neighbors that we're home and able to socialize.
Enjoy your big handful of nothing, you pathetic low-level creep. It's exactly what you deserve.
You probably voted for the Messiah as well, since you feel so "cheated" by life that you're willing to stoop so low as to randomly attempt to steal innocent people's belongings for yourself without working for them. "Redistribution", as it were.
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