Anonymous wrote:I grew up with a mom who would lie for me. Except this is how the scenario would play out:
Other mom: hi is this your daughter’s bike?
My mom: yes, she’s had it for years
Other mom: ok, sorry, bye
*my mom closes the door *
My mom: get you ass down here! Did you steal a bike? Tell me the truth. I don’t give a sh!t if you did but don’t lie to me. Now go bang up that bike so it don’t look like that girl’s anymore.
Anonymous wrote:I grew up with a mom who would lie for me. Except this is how the scenario would play out:
Other mom: hi is this your daughter’s bike?
My mom: yes, she’s had it for years
Other mom: ok, sorry, bye
*my mom closes the door *
My mom: get you ass down here! Did you steal a bike? Tell me the truth. I don’t give a sh!t if you did but don’t lie to me. Now go bang up that bike so it don’t look like that girl’s anymore.
Anonymous wrote: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.
Ok sure. Some people might say the greatest story ever told was the birth of the baby Jesus, but nope. It’s this.
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:those that are suggesting she just take it, are wrong. Op admits it’s possible it’s the other girl’s bike. She should have labeled it or put it away. If you’re not sure, call the police.
And I completely disagree with the lawyer post. These are neighbors. You don’t just tell someone you’re taking a bike from their garage esp when op says it could be the other girl’s bike.
Anonymous wrote:My daughter's bike disappeared from her friend's front yard a couple of weeks ago. Several neighborhood kids told me this other girl has it. I ride by the house and see what appears to be my daughter's bike. I knock on the door and ask the mother if it happens to be her bike. Everything about the bike matches my daughter's, down to the ripped seat. She says it's her daughter's.
I guess it could be her child's bike. I asked a few kids if they've ever seen her riding the bike, and they say no. She rides a bigger, different colored bike.
It seems too coincidental for my daughter's bike to be missing and an identical one is in their garage.
Is this just a loss? How would you handle this?