And I have to idea how to react. It's weird. I'm angry, kind of anxious, but I'm also laughing my ass off at the thought. It's so bizarre.
Yesterday - it's almost precisely 24 hours ago, in fact - a group of thugs tried to get into our apartment, saying that the owner of the apartment had invited them. The owner (my boyfriend) said that there was no way in hell someone like them would ever be invited, and please get out before we hurt you.
I went out to help get them out, and someone must have walked through the kitchen and into my bedroom while we were busy telling these idiots to kindly fuck off.
My boyfriend went into the bedroom 10 minutes later, finding one of them standing in there, just smoking a cigarette. We threw him out. Peace, finally. Right?
No. When I went to get my pack of cigarettes half an hour later, the door was locked. From the inside. The key was still in the lock, so I had to go to the living room and enter from that door.
And my laptops were gone. All four of them. My waterpibe was gone. My corset was gone. My headset was gone. My wallet, but there was no money in it, only a maxed out credit card and an old photo of my dad. A couple of my apples were gone, too. They had gone through every drawer, every basket, everything. They even looked under the matress and in the drawer where I keep stuff like old tickets, gloves, and gum.
The thing is, that every single thing they took is worth ... nothing. Nothing at all. None of those laptops worked. The waterpibe had been broken for at least a year. The headsets will never be able to transfer sound again, and besides, they were dirt-cheap.
I don't get thieves. They locked the door. That gave them at least 10 minutes to take what they wanted. Sure, I understand the laptops. Those could have been worth something. But a waterpibe? A corset? Two apples?
I guess there's a silver lining to everything. I don't need to take out the trash, as these people already did that for me.
TL;DR: the thugs were I live are retarded.