Someone had the unmitigated gall to take the Candy Bowl™.

Last year, I got into the habit of putting out a bowl of candy, on a box, outside my door.

The first bowl was taken, and brought back.

That bowl was broken one night by a drunkard.

He replaced it.

That second bowl was stolen.

I got pissed, and, when it didn't come back, I put out a collection jar, demanding that people pay for a new one.

I ended up leaving the jug out there, using the money to pay for candy.



This third bowl has been stolen. It's not even a full week into school, and someone had the nerve to take it.

I mean, look, if the bowl was broken, that's fine, at least come tell me.

Don't just have it fucking disappear on me.