Dear family of three who stole my phone,
It’s me, the guy whose phone you stole; you know, that really nice silver, 64 GB iPhone 6 Plus. I’m certain you’ll never actually read this, but I have a few things to say regardless. First and foremost, how dare you? Didn’t your mother ever teach you to not take things that aren’t yours? Oh wait, no, because your mother was the one who told you to take my cell phone from the employees only area in Subway. Shame on you, mom.
Also, mom: I’m bothered by the fact that you told your children to steal a $750 electronic device from the back of a store. That’s a bold move on your part. You probably figured there were security cameras in the store, yet you were still bold enough to force your own children to commit a crime. I guess you’re more concerned with trying to make a quick buck rather than instilling morals in your children that will teach them to work hard for the things they want in life, rather than taking the easy (illegal) way out.
I want you to also understand that I’m still paying for this phone that is no longer in my possession; I didn’t have insurance on that phone, so it won’t be getting replaced anytime soon. The fact that my phone is gone isn’t necessarily the part of this situation that makes me mad (granted, I do miss the killer battery life and downgrading to an iPhone 4s really sucks). No, it’s the fact that I’m paying for someone else to own something of mine. It’s a strange feeling knowing that I’ll be giving AT&T somewhere around $600 for something I no longer own.
I hope it was worth it to you. I hope the little bit of cash you got was worth the headache you’ve caused me over the last two weeks. Because trust me, it has been a nightmare for me, between trying to get this investigation rolling and staying on top of things. This has been a discouraging and sickening time for me, so I hope that it’s worth it. I hope you still think it was worth stealing people’s stuff when you are caught because you will get caught one day. The Paulding County Sherriff’s Department might not have been able to get enough evidence/information to catch you, but trust me, this will catch up to you one day. You will get cocky one day and you will try to rob the wrong person. It’s not going to end well for you.
More than anything, I feel violated. I’m sure there’s a better word out there for this feeling, but violated is the best word I can come up with. I had my stuff in a place that I felt was safe and secure, but you completely destroyed the notion of there being any place that’s safe. I have been working at Subway for two years now, so in a sense, it feels like another home (not home as in the nostalgic, good home, but I’m there enough I might as well call it home…), and now I don’t feel the safest in a place that I spend a fair amount of time (28 hours a week, if you’d like to know the exact amount of time).
One last thing I want you to know is that I absolutely hate the fact that you feel the need to turn to theft. I hate that your life got to the point where you felt the need to break the law and force your children to steal someone’s personal property. I hope that whatever it is that you’re going through gets better. I’m praying that God would put you in a place where you can provide for your children and that your life could turn around.
Sincerely,
The guy whose phone you stole off the prep table in Subway.
P.S. I hope you get diarrhea.
