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Today is my 11th anniversary. I tell you this only because it was my reason for discovering what I did, and led to a great anniversary present.
I have to work Saturdays, and after work today I went to the grocery store to buy a card and a can of Kodiak.
Working the customer service area was a girl who used to babysit for us. We let her go after she stole some small items (make-up, petty cash) but we could never prove it. Since then, she has been very sweet, asking about the baby and the kids and all that, and we've returned the kindness. She smiled at me and rang up my purchase and made small talk, when I noticed she had on a diamond ring. I asked if she was engaged, and she said no. As she did, she flipped her hand over so I couldn't see the stones and said she found it at the beach. I was looking at the ring, because in the back of my mind, she was always suspect. A thief is a thief.
My wife has been missing her three-stone diamond anniversary ring since she was pregnant, because she had to take it off when she started growing. The missing ring has been a point of contention for me and stress for my wife, but we the subject came up last night and although it still aggravated me, I was resigned to it being lost.
Well, I asked her to show it to me, and she pretended not to hear me. I asked again and she showed it to me. I told her it was pretty and went home, my anger and my agitation rising.
I told my wife that our former babysitter was wearing her ring and she should go up and look at it. While there, my wife ran into two friends who went with her to confront the girl, who stuck with her story and poured on some sugar. My wife, God love her, is a hopeless optimist, but even she was unconvinced.
In the mean time, I called the police, talked to my cop neighbor and called the girls parents. I told the girl's mother the story and said if she returned the ring, we wouldn't press charges. She called back and said her daughter would return when she got off work. I asked if she admitted it, and her mother said no, and matter-of-factly informed me that her daughter had owned the ring for some time. I told her it had been missing for some time, and thanked her.
After the call, the officer arrived. He took our story and went to interview her. To make a long story short, she confessed to the cop and he returned her ring with a smile. He said she stuck by her story at first, until he told her some story about tracking the diamonds and she broke down and confessed.
We'll be going out for a romantic dinner with two rough boys and a baby.
A happy anniversary, indeed.
I have to work Saturdays, and after work today I went to the grocery store to buy a card and a can of Kodiak.
Working the customer service area was a girl who used to babysit for us. We let her go after she stole some small items (make-up, petty cash) but we could never prove it. Since then, she has been very sweet, asking about the baby and the kids and all that, and we've returned the kindness. She smiled at me and rang up my purchase and made small talk, when I noticed she had on a diamond ring. I asked if she was engaged, and she said no. As she did, she flipped her hand over so I couldn't see the stones and said she found it at the beach. I was looking at the ring, because in the back of my mind, she was always suspect. A thief is a thief.
My wife has been missing her three-stone diamond anniversary ring since she was pregnant, because she had to take it off when she started growing. The missing ring has been a point of contention for me and stress for my wife, but we the subject came up last night and although it still aggravated me, I was resigned to it being lost.
Well, I asked her to show it to me, and she pretended not to hear me. I asked again and she showed it to me. I told her it was pretty and went home, my anger and my agitation rising.
I told my wife that our former babysitter was wearing her ring and she should go up and look at it. While there, my wife ran into two friends who went with her to confront the girl, who stuck with her story and poured on some sugar. My wife, God love her, is a hopeless optimist, but even she was unconvinced.
In the mean time, I called the police, talked to my cop neighbor and called the girls parents. I told the girl's mother the story and said if she returned the ring, we wouldn't press charges. She called back and said her daughter would return when she got off work. I asked if she admitted it, and her mother said no, and matter-of-factly informed me that her daughter had owned the ring for some time. I told her it had been missing for some time, and thanked her.
After the call, the officer arrived. He took our story and went to interview her. To make a long story short, she confessed to the cop and he returned her ring with a smile. He said she stuck by her story at first, until he told her some story about tracking the diamonds and she broke down and confessed.
We'll be going out for a romantic dinner with two rough boys and a baby.
A happy anniversary, indeed.
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