I would like to sincerely thank the individual who decided it would be a really smart idea to steal not only my jacket (that happens to have a great deal of meaning) but also my sweater from a bar in Halifax on Saturday. Furthermore, thank you for forcing me to go out in the rain storm without a coat! It would be great if you could return the coat so I could turn this into a ‘love’ message. —Coatless Girl
This article appears in Apr 28 – May 4, 2011.
it has been said on here many times. keep an eye on your shit if you are at a bar. too many people think that their shit is safe, guess you did too. but it isn’t.
keep your stuff close to you or a friend, and you won’t lose it next time. it is only your stupidity that is to blame here, sorry o.p., but that is the truth.
If you put it down and leave it, it’s free for the taking in Halifax.
It’s their own stupidity that made someone steal their shit? Fuck you asshole, only a moron blames the victim of a crime. Life doesn’t suck you do!
Nah thats not so great.. Shame no handsome fella decided to put a coat over ya, thats what i would do if i were single and looking for some sexy pulling for the night.
A coat has *a great deal of meaning* to your life….may I suggest you get a life! ~ FFS, it’s a COAT
I sympathize, my coat has sentimental value too, it was the last thing I bought from my uncles store that was in my family for almost 200 years. Shortly thereafter he closed the store and suddenly passed away. So I’d be pissed too. Anything can have sentimental value to anyone. That’s why it’s called “sentimental” value.
Maybe it was a gift from a deceased relative, Koda? Maybe it WAS a deceased relative’s coat?
I dunno, I’m with the rest of everyone here: keep an eye on your shit and *gasp* it prolly won’t get stolen.
I learned my lesson when I had a sweater stolen from the DRYER in the laundry room in my old apartment building. I came down after throwing my stuff in and going back up stairs (common enough, right? people do that all the time) and all my clothes were folded on top of the dryer (even my panties — which was creepy — i had to count them to make sure they were all there), and my favorite cardigan was gone. This was about 6 years ago and it’s like a security blanket to me – I wear it when I’m sick, bumming around, whatever… anyway I put a sign up and said it had sentimental value (heh) and two days later I opened my door and it was hanging on the knob.
And even though the zipper is broken, I still have that damn thing and I still love it as much as I did back then.
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l.i.g., wait til it happens to you, and watch the fucking whining then. don’t wanna lose it, keep it close.
“If you put it down and leave it, it’s free for the taking in Halifax.”
That your lame justification for trying to hit on married, straight men when their wives aren’t around?
“If you put it down and leave it, it’s free for the taking in Halifax.”
That your lame justification for trying to hit on married, straight men when their wives aren’t around?”
Lock down your kids, Oldhand is prowling!!!!
You’ll have to find better bait than that, ML.
Welcome to HALIFAX. Not Narnia, not Wonkaland, HALIfuckingFAX. Jesus you country bumpkin rubes amaze me. You leave your doors unlocked and the sleepwatcher comes in. OOPS, doors are meant for locking when you sleep. Ya, it sucks your shit was stolen, but it wasn’t at gunpoint or grabbed from you by a mob of northend savages.