On Saint Patrick's Day, 1999, I came home from work about 5:30 p.m. to find a four-inch hole in my apartment door where my lock used to be. Now, knowing the ineptness of my management company and their maintenance people, my first assumption was that the lock was being replaced, and they were doing a really LOUSY job...
But you guessed it - I'd been robbed. Various sundry small electrics, my college diploma (seriously - not my high school, not my graduate school, just my college diploma!) and of course EVERY piece of jewelry except what I was wearing that day.
I'm still a bit bitter about this, because they also got a really cool black leather jewelry case that looked like an old-fashioned train case. ... View the Post