The Break-In

For the moment, I work in a Kitchen Shop. In a small Tourist Town.

The customers, I imagine, will give me fodder for this blog that I now dive into. I have no idea if anyone will ever read it. For sure, I'm not gonna tell anyone about it. At least not now. But it feels good to imagine an audience for my rambling commentary on this life.

So, a couple of weeks ago we were broken into. It's only happened once before, 15 years ago (I learned this from the owner -- I certainly haven't been working there that long). The guy or guys (I can't imagine a girl would go to all the effort for such little in return), used a crowbar on the back door. Then they broke a glass window on another door, then they cut through some horrific mesh wire that was attached to the window frame. (note: silver lining -- that mesh wire kept snagging my nice cashmere sweaters so I'm glad it's gone). Instead of figuring out that a little latch was all that separated them from the innards of the shop, they climbed through the broken window and torn mesh. I hope they got hurt, or at least got their clothes snagged.

They didn't take a whole lot and they didn't trash the place. They did know that we keep the good knives in the back room. The cops think some guy's gonna be selling them out of the back of his truck to students in the "new!" culinary arts program at the local college. I'm thinking they might show up on ebay one of these days. It's a little disturbing how many suspicious Wusthof knives are up for bid there.

I don't really know what to make of it all. Stupid, yes. Disturbing, yes. Surprising? nope. And, in the end, it gave our little street something to talk about other than the bad economy and how no one's buying anything.

So, until Memorial Day when the hordes of motorcycle-riding dentists show up... we'll have to settle for thieves and the occasional pink sweatpants with accompanying pink balloons t-shirt 60-year old grumpy lady who says: "Bleh! This is made in China?! "