Last Saturday, my wife and I went to a local furniture store to pick out some new mattresses, cause it took us only a year to wear the old ones!

We decide to take my six day old truck still with paper tags. We get into the parking lot and I notice that the spots closest to the front are taken, so we move around to the other side of the store. It’s crowded as SH*T and while I am still only 50 feet from the door and decide that the ‘Mrs’ needs to walk after our big assed enchilada lunch. Not to mention that I was being particular about parking to avoid ‘dings’. It’s about 1:30pm.
We enter the store and we are in there about 1.5 hours. Fast forward, we come out of the store and I walk around to unlock/open the door for the little lady and WTF I notice that there is screwdriver marks all over the door and the lock. I go around to the driver’s side and open the door and my muthaFU**ing back pack is gone from the floor. (It’s a regular cab and did I mention it’s SIX days old?) Inside my pack was my F*ckin’ wallet, a GPS, MP3 player, leatherman, Gerber paraframe knife and some weightlifting shit(gloves, straps, belt, towel and the like). I forgot it was in there, call me a dumbass, but shit ain’t this America?
Called the cops, filled a report, cancelled my cards, got new accounts from our bank.(luckily, they are open on the weekends and until 9:00pm to boot) Our account numbers were in my wallet and we had to get the accounts closed, my wife cashed in a retirement account and the money was in our savings until we figured out(investment wise) what to do with it.
I get finished and get to bed about 11:30pm, cannot sleep, toss and turn replaying all kinds of shit in my mind. Did I get everything? What was I missing?
Sunday morning, the ‘Fraud Investigator’ from one of the cards calls and asks if I have been charging gasoline and I say no, not on that card. He says that someone was successful 2 out of 3 times at charging gas and they (the credit card company) “lockedâ€