Yeah I had this awesome air india mini duffel bag i had one of my favorite shirts in, a sketch book, my cellphone, a cheque from work, a month's rent from my roomie that I was to deposit, all my best art supplies, my caricature crayons and markers, an mp3 player, a little coin thingie full of coins, an awesome bracelet I found on the ground, my badass glasses that I can never hope to replace in all my years, all my ID and my bank card, my bus pass...

... See? This is what happens when I don't have cargo pants.
I LOSE EVERYTHING.

when I was in the bus station in Sao Paulo. You can sort of feel that its not safe there. I had my purse at the side of my chair, I was sitting with two other people. Somehow, someone was able to get beside me, open my purse and take my wallet without me or the two people across from me seeing.

When I was 10 I was at a local festival and my wallet was stolen. What kind of bastard steals from a 10 year old.

I found one, a wallet that is, when i was in NZ for the picking season.
took it into the police station, decided to wait around for the owner to pick it up

So this guy shows up, an officer directs him over to me, i hand over the wallet, he snatches it out of my hands, flicks through it expecting me to have cleared him out or somthing, Glares at me and promptly turns around and strodes off.

Ungreatfull git

Hah, no money, but I've had other things stolen. All of them by insanely stupid people who were way too obvious about it. All of them people I -knew- too. A couple instances were my fault though, but what was stolen was easily replaced. As a result I don't let people borrow anything that I care about seeing again, anymore, even if they're a friend.

My uncle, on the other hand, has the worst luck when it comes to robberies. He's lived in several difference states, and his house has been broken into in each one. He's not stupid, he just has bad luck with that sort of thing. -Luckily- he and my aunt don't really get all that bent out of shape over it and just move on with their lives. Sure it sucks, but it's just stuff, after all.

One time I found some lady's wallet on the ground and did the good Samaritan thing and dropped it off anonymously to the St Francis hotel in Union Square where she worked.

Yah that was the time I actually wasn't porcarstinating. I was so ahead I was working on my final projects in 2 of 5 classes and it was only 3 weeks into the semester. I foolishly left my art portfolio bag (paints, brushes, board, sketchbooks, midterm pieces, etc) in the next class I was going to, while I took a pee. When i got back it was gone. The other artists in the room claimed that they didn't see anyone come in and take it. I was pissed, but I figured I had plenty of time to recovery. Then a week later, while trying to regain the lose, I had the last of my stuff stolen including my wallet. I fell into a depression, failed all 5 courses, had my ass chewed out by my dad, and was a whole lot wiser the 2nd round.