Anonymous wrote:Man here - I remember being in grade school and my basketball disappeared when we were at the playground. It had my name written on it in magic marker. I walked all around the school neighborhood until I ran into some kids playing basketball at someone’s house with a ball that looked like mine. I stood around and then asked if I could play and they said sure and when they passed the ball to me I could see that someone had tried to remove my name from the ball with some kind of solvent but my name was very apparent. I said “this is my ball, who stole it from me?” A kid came up to me and said it’s his ball which meant he was the one who stole it. I put the ball on the ground and then I hit him as hard as I could and then picked up the ball and ran as fast as I could. Truly one of my finest moments as a grade schooler.
Anonymous wrote:This is weird. Just tell your kid to go to the neighbor and take the bike back. Do I live in the only neighborhood where bikes get shifted around constantly? I would not at all presume any malice, in fact doing so make you look psychotic.
Anonymous wrote:This is weird. Just tell your kid to go to the neighbor and take the bike back. Do I live in the only neighborhood where bikes get shifted around constantly? I would not at all presume any malice, in fact doing so make you look psychotic.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:If you have verification of the serial number from your daughter's bike, you may be able to prove ownership, otherwise, you are probably out of luck.
Yeah, you're out of your luck if you're a non-confrontational pussy.
Just because the mom is covering for the bike being stolen doesn't mean the OP should just accept the bike is gone.
Anonymous wrote:Man here - I remember being in grade school and my basketball disappeared when we were at the playground. It had my name written on it in magic marker. I walked all around the school neighborhood until I ran into some kids playing basketball at someone’s house with a ball that looked like mine. I stood around and then asked if I could play and they said sure and when they passed the ball to me I could see that someone had tried to remove my name from the ball with some kind of solvent but my name was very apparent. I said “this is my ball, who stole it from me?” A kid came up to me and said it’s his ball which meant he was the one who stole it. I put the ball on the ground and then I hit him as hard as I could and then picked up the ball and ran as fast as I could. Truly one of my finest moments as a grade schooler.
Anonymous wrote:If you have verification of the serial number from your daughter's bike, you may be able to prove ownership, otherwise, you are probably out of luck.
Anonymous wrote:Man here - I remember being in grade school and my basketball disappeared when we were at the playground. It had my name written on it in magic marker. I walked all around the school neighborhood until I ran into some kids playing basketball at someone’s house with a ball that looked like mine. I stood around and then asked if I could play and they said sure and when they passed the ball to me I could see that someone had tried to remove my name from the ball with some kind of solvent but my name was very apparent. I said “this is my ball, who stole it from me?” A kid came up to me and said it’s his ball which meant he was the one who stole it. I put the ball on the ground and then I hit him as hard as I could and then picked up the ball and ran as fast as I could. Truly one of my finest moments as a grade schooler.