My roommate stole from me, and in the process, her wallet "vanished."
I had higher credit than my three college roommates, so we had to put our internet and TV in my name instead of theirs. Otherwise, we would have had to pay down $600.
I was given a $300 Visa gift card when I signed up for the cable company's service. The gift card never came, so I contacted them two months after the due date. They informed me that it was mailed a few weeks ago, and I was able to discover via Visa that it had been used at the What-a-burger, Target, and liquor shop close to my home. I can't stop fuming since I had no idea which of my housemates had used it.
A few weeks down the road, Roommate #2 finds out that their $200 Target gift card has mysteriously vanished. His mother had the original receipt, and the shop informed her that it had been used at the Target close to our home. He's clearly irate as well, but we've come to the conclusion that it's likely one of the other two housemates.
The wallet belonging to Roomate #3 goes missing a few weeks later. Since her vehicle key is fastened to her pocketbook (and her car is parked at the home), we searched every corner of the house in our search for it. She is going crazy. Dyspnea, screams, excessive gasping for air, etc. Destroying the home while having a total breakdown and hurling things all over the place. No one had ever seen her act this way before, so we were all taken aback by her extreme wallet-related anger. The pressure is real. On the other hand, I cared deeply about her reaction. She implies that Roomate #4—the only one who hasn't had anything stolen yet—must have been the one who took the gift card.
A few days subsequent to that, I discovered her wallet in my car's trunk. I suppose she just tossed everything in the trunk while we were unloading from our grocery excursion together. Holy cow, I found her wallet! I can hardly contain my excitement as I open it to verify my suspicions. Oh my! Displayed prominently are the two stolen gift cards. Without a question. My name is already on the Visa gift card, and my roommate #2's mom had scrawled something on his card with a sharpie. I now understand that her tantrum was a result of her fear that we would expose her as the thief.
The wallet, with all of its contents, was left exactly where it was: pressed against the inside of the trunk, out of sight until you leant in closer to the vehicle.
Without the title, no locksmith could cut her new keys. In her locked automobile, the title was stashed in the glovebox. The whole cost of replacing her driver's licence, title, and keys was around $500. Also, she was unable to use her vehicle for a span of two weeks!
I was driving out of state when I realised I still had her wallet. Several months later, I finally threw it in the garbage. Petty retribution may sometimes be helped along by the cosmos.
Uh-oh, I really did not anticipate this being that popular. Embarrassing as it may seem, Maddy, it was really me! Thankfully, we have all gone to therapy since this occurred over a decade ago, and we are no longer horrible people.
A few of points to consider:
You should have confronted her.
1. I took great pleasure in seeing her anguish, avoided conflict at all costs, and was an extreme people-pleaser. Treatment, again! Thankfully, I've changed.
2. "Names aren't assigned to visa gift cards." Search for "comcast visa promo card" on Google immediately. Subsequently, my friend's mom inscribed "to my favourite son" underneath the words "happy birthday" on the Target gift card. By the time I retrieved her wallet, the writing was hardly discernible.
3. "Automobile keys are not made by locksmiths." Some people apparently do! Finally, she arranged to have her vehicle hauled to the dealership. At first, she assumed her wallet was in her vehicle, so she contacted a locksmith the day it went missing. She was irate because the locksmith tried to charge her for the weekend service yet failed to open her vehicle. Did he think a foolish college girl was a good target? Very possibly. The time has passed since then. At 21 years old, my brain was probably too drunk on vodka to truly comprehend the gravity of her situation.
4. "Held by the authorities!" Are you familiar with college students? Do you have any idea how much illicit stuff they pull off? A fleeting thought entered my thoughts, but the satisfaction of vengeance was far greater. In the midst of it all, she had a complete breakdown and missed a few days of her relatively new employment.
