The first week that I lived in Boston, someone stole my bike.  I'm glad it wasn't a really new or expensive bike- I'd had it since I was 14 and it's kind of clunky.  So I'll get a new bike when it's warmer outside and I can afford to spend a little on a decent-but-not-flashy roadbike. 

Last night I did laundry and made the mistake of leaving my laundry tub in the room while I went back to my apartment.  Within less than two hours, someone came into the laundry room and stole the tub.  I'm glad it wasn't a designer laundry tub (if those even exist, and as if I'd buy one anyway), or a tub encrusted with diamonds.  Whoever stole it, I hope it was for a good reason- maybe it's being used as a bed for an infant or something.  Realistically I know that someone just took it because it was there and it's easily replaceable.  But c'mon.  Now I have to get a new one.

 These incidents reminded me of the assignment I had in third grade, around Christmas (this was prior to the ever-forward-moving "PC" movement), to write a list of 10 wishes for the season.  They weren't supposed to be things we wanted, but altruistic stuff like world peace.  Each wish was written on a dotted line of Santa's beard. 

 I recall my wishes vividly:   A magic flower that would get more people jobs (I had an imagination...?).  Fairies to go around the world and get friends back together.  A book that would give me lots of information (now I know that's called an encyclopedia).  And most applicable to last night's situation: "robbers not to steal anything".

 Going along with that, I suppose, would be "everybody to behave" which occupied the #10 spot.

I've never stolen an item in my life.  Honest.  Not even from a candy store when I was a kid.  If you've stolen something, why did you do it?  'Fess up, I'm curious.  I promise I won't try to judge you- unless you've stolen a locked-up bike, particularly if it was in the Fenway area.