In a heartbeat you welcomed yourself to the rewards of my hard work. You think you stole a phone when in fact, you’ve stolen much much more.
In your hands is the sweat of my overtime at work, the priceless pictures of my little boy that I have no way of retrieving, and my connection to resources. You probably genuinely believe you deserve that phone, or the money you’ll get for selling it, and truth is you absolutely do! I don’t doubt that you’re working hard to overcome serious struggles, and doing the best you can, but so am I and I deserve that phone too. I don’t blame you, walking away from my cart was a dumb thing to do and I was certainly an easy target, but I didn’t have much of a choice when my toddler ran off. I am certain that the happiness this thing brings you is far less than the sadness of having it taken from me. I’m sure you assume I have insurance to cover the loss and replacing it will simply be an inconvenient hassle. You’re wrong about that one, my insurance is nothing more than my work ethic. You were smart to put the phone in airplane mode immediately so I can’t lock it remotely. I’m guessing this isn’t your first heist. Thanks for at least leaving my wallet, I just wish you had a little more compassion in the moment and decided against taking anything from me. I have truly worked hard for everything I have, and you’re so much less like Robin Hood than you may think. On the off chance you read this and change your mind, just leave an anonymous comment. In the mean time, I’ll be praying that you find such overwhelming success in an honorable way that you no longer feel the need to steal from anyone else.