It was a couple of weekends ago, the weekend of Tropical Storm Isaac. It turns out this type of weather brings out some visitors that are not welcomed at all. Saturday evening, or I should say early morning, I was catching up on some work sitting on my computer in the living room. With Isaac out swirling out in the waters he had kicked up quite a lot of wind and rain, there was a lot of noise outside.
At one point I thought I heard something out of the ordinary but then chalked it up to the wind or the neighbor letting his dogs out. Shortly after I did hear someone yell “Stop” and heard a car zoom through the neighborhood. I figured the car must have been going too fast and someone walking their dog was shouting a warning.
It quieted down and I eventually got into bed. I didn’t think much about the night noises until the next morning I opened the blinds and walked away. My husband came into the kitchen, turned on the water faucet, and looked up and said, “Where’s our pool table?” I turned my head and in those few seconds that it took for the back porch emptiness to register I knew what the noise I had heard the night before was…
Someone (or someone’s) had walked right into our back yard up to my home and stole our pool/ping pong table. I can’t tell you how upset I was. Not so much because the pool table was gone we didn’t use it that much, but because someone took something that was mine. It amazes me still, as much as it happens, that people think it is ok to take things that are not theirs.
The pool table was covered. However I believe the fact that I got rid of the trashy looking tarp for a nice pool table cover is what attracted their attention. I guess I should have left the terrible looking tarp on it instead.