Yesterday, when I was loading a bunch of stuff in my car to take to my new apartment, I noticed the area around my hitch was unusually vacant. I've become so accustomed to taking extra large steps around the hitch to avoid knocking my shins that I barely notice I'm doing it anymore.
After a few trips to the car it dawned on me that I was taking my usual precautions for no good reason. Yep, the ball and receiver on my hitch were gone. Stolen, is the only conclusion I can draw.
I was mad - oh, beyond mad! Like, I could hardly take a breath mad! I just can NOT understand why 1) people can't keep their hands to themselves, and 2) why this continually happens to me - even in Wyoming!
Of all things that could be stolen here hitch parts make the most sense. I mean, if my whole car went missing in Wyoming I would be completely flabbergasted. But a hitch? Well, that just seems to fit.
That doesn't make me feel better though. I don't typically hold grudges, but in this case I do wish with all my heart that what goes around comes around and whoever took my stuff will get theirs.
As Tyler said, I'm just a magnet for theft I guess.
Don't ask me why, because I certainly don't have the answer myself.