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11. Middle School

Baskin Robbins ice cream stores give kids a free scoop on their birthdays. We had a Baskin Robbins in the mall by our house, right across the atrium from B. Dalton (a bookstore since acquired by Barnes & Noble). Once when we went for the annual clown cone (see icon)—I don't remember whether it was my birthday or my sister's—I had a library book in tow, a paperback about a raccoon in the Pacific Northwest that at one point drank something that made it seem rabid. 7-UP, maybe. Or it had been left in a hot car. Anyway, afterwards, following family tradition, we crossed over to B. Dalton to pick out books, and I realized I'd left the raccoon one at Baskin Robbins. It being a library book and not one of my own, my parents were especially worried that it had been lost, but I was positive it would be right where we left it. We went back, and sure enough I was able to pick it up off the table.

WTF

Date: Jan. 11th, 2007 04:51 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] nicocoer.livejournal.com
I Remember B. Dalton's!!!

When I was a junior in High School, I recieved my first flash drive and a nifty wallet. I kept my SCA membership card, a fiary coin, good luck items and some photos in the wallet, and I think I had some school work and maybe some fanfic on my flash drive. One day, I set them down on the steps in my dinning room. AS per usual, I forgot about them, occationally catching sight of them and thinking "ah, you know, I really ought to put those in my room or bookbag." But, of corse, I never did.

Unfortunately, one day I actually needed my SCA card and my flash drive. But when I went to where they had been for months, they were gone. My parents had no idea for a while why I would occationally obsessivly clean the dinning room and living room. Eventually, I broke down and told them, much to my chagrin.

A year later, One of my little sister's former friends got picked up on big time theft charges. It wasn't what she stole- a little costume jewlery here, a item of clothing there, a CD, a game- But simply that she had stolen around a couple thousand dollars worth of stuff. She was caught when she started to give the stolen goods away to friends and family. Fortunately, her foster mother had noticed that the jewlery she had recently given one of her sisters looked an aweful lot like my mother's costume jewlery. They ended up finding some clothes and jewlery of my mother's, along with other people's things, but considering the mundane nature of my stuff- a cheapo flash drive and a wallet with no money in it (and any personal identifing items prolly already removed)- I never got any of it back. I'm assuming that it's in some one's hands now, gifted hot off the streets, but getting put to good use. :)

~N~

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