I’ve been holding back my thoughts on this for a few days, actually, suppressing any rant that has been bubbling within my being,  anger that hovers on the edge of exploding.  People go through things like this and, for the most part, I’m one of those who often acts before re-acting to any given situation.

This…is not one of those times.

At this point, my disgust with human nature is taking center stage.  It does not just involve a crime that was perpetrated against my family for I’m not quite that self-absorbed albeit damn pissed-off!   It all started last Thursday as a normal day shuffled along at my husband’s business.  Yes, we are a hard-working family, six days each week, and have been since the day we married.  It’s what we do and…we do it well.  The need to survive and spit in the face of this wretched economy well…it is quite an incentive.

A little background here; our business is in Larchmont, New York, an affluent bedroom community where we’ve been located for almost 40 years.  We are one of the few long established businesses who have remained an active part of the retail community in this sleepy little village which rests on the edge of Long Island Sound.  The pride we take in our technical expertise and customer service brings exotic automobiles into our shop for custom accessory installations and we are comfortable in the fact that, in return for our honest business practices, we’ve been blessed with wonderful clientele.

While looking out the showroom window of our store, I noticed someone parked, blocking the driveway to our parking area in their tricked-out Trail Blazer.  Eventually, the individual moved only to park on the other side of the street where they stayed for quite a while.  This activity went on for more than one hour until this man, and his companion, eventually came into our lot and into our shop to inquire about pricing on a vehicle remote start system.

Little did we know at that moment that we were being set-up for a theft that would take place within a few more hours and right now I’m still angry at myself for not acting when I first had that bad feeling, you know, those thoughts that tell you to think the worst of someone? 

At the end of the day, I headed back home; on the way, my husband called to tell me that our ATV, parked next to our garages, was gone.  We had become victims of an orchestrated crime at the hands of the very people who sat and watched our every move and waited until they could pounce.   For anyone else who has dealt with a similar incident, it’s an invasion of your privacy in some ways.  Suddenly, you have to look and think twice about everyone around you.  Suddenly, you just give up trusting…anyone.   It’s one hell of a way to live, let me tell you.

Then, the next day brought news about a crime against a little boy that was so vicious, so heartbreaking that it makes most of our problems seem insignificant.  I’ve taken a better look at the loss of unimportant things but…for now, I remain totally disgusted and angry with the nature of humans.