10 things i hate about people stealing my rider's flag...and why i am not as good as the priest in Les Miserables

i was going to post a funny video from youtube called "what am i?", but then i realized at the end there was some naughty language, and some won't appreciate it. so funny, but for now, you'll have to settle for my rant.

my wonderful father (in law, but i don't like saying that. it makes it seem like they are less than worthy or something, but he is great) bought me a Saskatchewan Roughrider's flag to put in my car window. it was majestic and beautiful, dark green, tightly woven threads, beautiful...body...i guess. i was pumped cause i had wanted one for years, but was to cheap to put out the $20 cash for it. anyway, i went to work around 10:30AM, proud with my newly displayed flag on my hotrod. by hotrod, i mean my 84' corolla hatchback. pretty much a lambourghini...lamborgini...lambofgodini...i don't know how to spell it. anyway, i went out to my car 2 hours later, and saw the plastic holder still in place, but the flag was no more. someone had ripped it off.

it's just a flag. just a flag i had had for a grand total of two hours. i can't say i was really attached to it. but it was mine. my possession. i can't even describe the blind rage that came over me as i realized it had happened. i'm sure some of you have felt it before. but i hopped in my car, driving through the area, determined to find the villain who had violated me so. because, after all, when people steal things from you, they usually walk around the same neighborhood they stole it from with their freshly stolen item in their hands. like i said, i was in a blind rage. i drove for 20 minutes, convinced i would find the perpetrator and bring him to justice. i wish i could say i realized i was being silly and drove home to forget about it. but the rage stayed with me. i punched my steering wheel, said a few choice words in the privacy of my car, and sped home, realizing i wouldn't find the person. at home, i stayed furious. i explained to my wife, thinking my rage made perfect sense, but she didn't get it. she thought it was lame, but she didn't understand my anger. just shows how selfish she is...and so i took my anger out on her, not talking to her and treating her like she had stolen my precious flag. i decided to lay down for a nap, but couldn't sleep because of my rage. i went through the whole day angry beyond belief. to make a long story short. i woke up the next morning realizing what a wiener i am. my wife says i should have realized that many years ago, but sometimes it takes acting like a total knob to realize who you have become.

i was thinking about the priest in Les Miserables, who was robbed by Jean Val Jean of his silver cutlery. the next day, the police found JVJ with the stolen silver from the priest who had taken in JVJ the night before, fed him, given him clean clothes, and a bed to sleep in. one would expect him to feel much the same way i did, only worse as it was more expensive. instead of becoming angry and feeding him to the dogs/police, he took a different approach. he said to JVJ "why, you took the silver, but you forgot the candlesticks." or something to that effect. thus, he saved JVJ from going back to prison, and gave him a second chance at life.

i am not that noble. i want my flag back.

but i got over it by yesterday. then, this morning i went out to my car to go to work, and someone had been in my car and thrown stuff everywhere, looking for valuables. the feeling welled up inside me again. hatred, anger, revenge...until i realized, it was an 84' corolla hatchback, and the most valuable thing i had in there was my cologne in the glovebox, and they didn't even take that. i showed them. all part of my master plan of driving a crappy car. in your face, criminals.