Student’s sandwich is swiped, day is ruined
(Nov. 1), I was left vulnerable and insecure on this very campus, victimized by a petty crime perpetuated by a petty criminal. While the monetary value of my lost property was not very high, the emotional and spiritual shock I have suffered has been extreme.
I went to the (Social Science Building) microwave by the vending machines and popped in a sandwich I had brought with me from Carrs. I then left to use the bathroom, thinking that if anyone needed the microwave they could simply move my dinner to the counter. When I returned, I found the microwave empty and my delicious sandwich nowhere to be found.
Who would do something like this? To steal a man’s sandwich while he’s on the can is about as low as someone can stoop. It already had a bite out of it, for God’s sake! A sandwich is a simple food, one (that) provides comfort and balance, along with the convenience an on-the-go student requires. This sandwich would have been the highlight on my evening. Instead of the warm satisfaction I desired, I felt nothing but anger and betrayal – yes, betrayal. To steal a man’s sandwich is to betray the basic faith and hope I had in the decency of humanity. The thief might as well have delivered me a punch to the gut. To compound this tragedy, I have no idea what became of my meal. I searched all the nearby tables and trashcans for the wrapper or remains of it, and the custodians had no clue what became of it either.
I have been stolen form before, but I was nowhere near as upset then as I am now.
I understand why someone would steal something worth a lot of money. But the sandwich was worth $5. How desperate must you be, Mr. Sandwich Thief, to take someone’s meal, violate their trust and ruin their evening, all to save a measly five bucks? My crime was being naive. I admit it, and in the future I will be less blindly trusting of strangers. It is sad, though, that I find that I must be so.