They Took My Oats Too!

You’ll never believe it. I was robbed!

Car window smashed. Everything stolen, including my breakfast.

I can almost see the rationale behind stealing a backpack, if one must steal at all, but making off with my overnight oats like a thief in a Disney film is plain spiteful. This incident left my privacy violated and my tummy empty. That combination is not a happy Gracen make. After hours of communicating with local police and pinging my iPad + MacBook with no resolution, we finally agreed that it was time to move on.

My entire livelihood was in that backpack. I could either keep wishing that the robbery weren’t so or suck it up (buttercup) and head to the Woodlands, Tx. 1.5 hours away lay the answer to all of life’s problems. At least life’s problems strictly confined to October 6th, 2023… The Apple Store.

What else was I supposed to do in this situation? Keep digging through the dumpster hoping to find my belongings? Yeah, right! That smash n’ grab hoodrat just hit the jackpot with my backpack. There’s no way they were dumping my things. A new laptop was in order and thankfully Alex the Apple employee was the one to help find my replacement. He was patient, kind, and empathetic even when delivering the final tally on my receipt. What hurt the most wasn’t my stolen backpack or even the gut punch to my bank account.

It was the stolen oats.