You did WHAT with my cigars?!

[Dave1982]

While I don't smoke cigars, I can well understand your frustration. I actually have a lock on my bedroom door to avoid just this sort of thing (my mother has a key hidden away where only she and I know about it), which has proven quite effective in keeping my siblings from invading my privacy.

I actually had a similar thing happen with model supplies as well. The older of my two younger brothers (I'm the oldest) went through an "imitation" phase and decided he had to get into model airplanes like me, and try as I might, he simply could not (or would not) grasp the concept of acrylic vs enamel paint. Time and again he'd try to clean enamels with rubbing alcohol, or acrylics with airbrush (enamel) thinner, and then he'd have the temerity to get ANGRY when I pointed out his error. But what REALLY irked me was the fact that my father ALWAYS sided with my brother. "Give him one more chance" he'd say.

One day, I spent the night at my grandmother's house, and when I came home I found that:

-My best glue had been left open and allowed to plug up.

-My container of rubbing alcohol had been left open, had a brush soaking in it, and had a skim of dried up enamel paint floating on it.

-The aforementioned brush was destroyed because the enamel on it had hardened.

-The jar of paint he'd used was uncapped (he'd just rested the cap back on the jar rather than screwing it back down).


Needless to say, he denied all of it, and when I told him that was the last straw and he was now permanently banned from even TOUCHING my stuff again.....my father overruled me.

Fortunately, I did get permission from my mother to take enough money from my brother's change dispenser to cover the cost of a new brush.

Oh, and despite being overruled, he's still banned from using my hobby supplies.


But yeah...I'd get a lock on your door and/or a locking humidor (do they make such things?) and tell your parents about your sister smoking pot unless he pays back every penny of what she took.

[Willis]

A few years ago for my birthday I bought a bottle of Disaronno Amaretto to treat myself after a heavy workload that past week. My roommates were throwing a party for me and knew that that bottle was seperate from the other stuff. Well my asshole ex-roommate and still friend decides to chug the entire bottle along with another roommate who apparently "didn't know" or rather didn't give a shit.

I go into the kitchen and the bottle had about 10% left and I hadn't even opened it. It wasn't even in the fridge for a couple of hours and it was already gone. There was plenty of other alchol available but they just had to zero in on my stuff. To top it off they puked it up because like idiots they chugged it which you don't do with Amaretto. Granted I was pissed, told them to fuck off and didn't talk to them for a couple days. They thought I was overreacting but I'm just the type of person who cannot tolerate inconsideration for others. They offered to buy me a case of beer but I declined and asked them why they didn't just do that in the first place and leave my stuff alone.

[Erin]

Mmmm! Disarronno! Liquid (alcoholic) candy!!

It's really good in hot chocolate.

That's just wrong. Chugging Disarronno. It's one of those liquors that are really enjoyable to just sit and slowly drink.

[protege]

But yeah...I'd get a lock on your door and/or a locking humidor (do they make such things?) and tell your parents about your sister smoking pot unless he pays back every penny of what she took.

That's one thing I wasn't allowed to do when I still lived at home. My mother *refused* to let me lock my bedroom door. Something about "we don't lock doors inside this house." Still, it wasn't the first time I'd caught my brother messing with my stuff. Several times, I found that fool on my computer, because "Dad said I could use it." Um, are you kidding me? It's not his computer dammit, it's mine.

Another time, he decided to steal money. When I still had the paper route, I usually got a few hundred bucks in Christmas money. Most of that got used for modeling supplies, gifts, or things for the train table. Rather than leave that lying around, it was carefully hidden away in a cash box. Said box was kept in my desk. Imagine my surprise when I got home from delivering papers...to find that someone had smashed open said box, and made off with half of the cash in it! It wasn't much, but still.

Yep, my brother again. This time, he took the money...but got caught in a lie. Not only did my mother catch him in my room...but she tripped him up. Seems that he'd said he had no money the day before we went to the store. Yet, the very next day, he suddenly had quite a bit

After being grilled by my mother, he fessed up. In tears he admitted to it, somehow paid me back...and then I kicked his ass After I beat the shit out of him, there weren't any more incidents

[Hyena Dandy]

Update: Extortion works!

I went with both the cell phone AND the threaten to call the police, and now I got every penny back!

[Mottom24]

Me and my sister never had problems with stealing. we were so different we never cared to look in eachothers rooms.

Now that I live in a house with 5 other guys, this becomes an issue every once in a while. we are very open about everything, so if someone uses someone elses milk or cheese or whatever, they say so and offer their milk/cheese or whatever when they get it for themselves. but one day I kinda got irked. I was having some friends over and we wanted to drink. I had some alcohol stashed with everyone elses in the kitchen. everyone knew what was theirs and mine were just one big bottle of spiced rum, and svedka vodka. we wanted to use the vodka to mix some things, and me not being a big drinker I haven't even looked at the bottle in weeks... well it was gone. in its place was a huge bottle of svedka... also almost empty...

I asked around the house and found out one of my housemates, a drunkie and druggie, tends to take other peoples alcohol and drink it without asking. he then proceeds to get a new bottle without the housemate asking for a replacement... which would be nice... if he didn't also drink that bottle... then replace it later. its an endless cycle of replacing and drinking. I asked him not to drink my stuff ever and he told me he didn't touch my rum because it was the only unopened drink. he never touches unopened booze that isn't his... still... ticked me off a bit.

[jjllbb]

Update: Extortion works!

I went with both the cell phone AND the threaten to call the police, and now I got every penny back!

YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Happy endings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ralerin]

That's one thing I wasn't allowed to do when I still lived at home. My mother *refused* to let me lock my bedroom door. Something about "we don't lock doors inside this house."

Mine as well. "If you hurt yourself how would we get to you?"

I'm not even allowed to have a partially closed door when my boyfriend is over, as my father thinks I'll turn into my cousin and start popping out children.

[Hyndis]

Mine as well. "If you hurt yourself how would we get to you?"

That excuse works well until one puts some thought into it.

Your average wooden door in the interior of a residence is incredibly flimsy. Any adult will be able to break through such a door in only a few seconds, usually with just a single kick.

Don't even need an axe!

[Ben_Who]

My sister had pretty sticky fingers when we were growing up. For the purposes of teaching our dog to sleep in the basement, I slept a couple of months on a couch downstairs. During that couple of months, she more or less cleaned me out.

I bought a book. She stole it. I took it back and wrote my name on the front page. She stole it again and ripped out the front page. I took it back and wrote my name on the inside front cover. She stole it again and ripped off the cover. I took it back and wrote my name on every hundredth page. She stole it back and ripped the corner off every hundredth page. By now the book looked like shit, so I bought a new copy. She stole that one, too.

She was once caught, by our mum, with her hand STUCK in the jar that I was using to keep cash in. She was delayed trying to get her fist out with the $20 still clenched in it, and Mom walked in. Up against the wall, she claimed she was trying to put money BACK that she had stolen EARLIER and now felt guilty about stealing. Oddly enough, no one bought it...

The best one was when she went through my father's coin collection and stole rows of quarters and fifty-cent-pieces, then tried to use them to buy candy at the convenience store across the street. The thing is, these weren't just pocket change. These were things like Standing Liberty quarters, Franklin half-dollars, Mercury dimes...the store refused to accept anything they didn't recognize. Or at least noticed that my sister was trying to pass off forty-year-old money to buy Mars Bars.

What to do with her ill-gotten booty now that she'd discovered that she couldn't pass it off? Return it to the books? Nope. She threw it in the trash and hoped no one would notice. My mother only discovered it when she took the trash bag out of my sister's room and a long stream of coins tinkled out a hole in the bottom.

Awkward.

My father ran to his coin collection and found entire BOOKS were empty. Evidently she'd already spent all the quarters she could pass. Roosevelt dimes and Washington quarters were all gone, as were any nickels with Jefferson on them and most of the pennies all the way back to the Buffaloes. And we don't even know if any other coins went out in trash bags...

How old was my sister when she did this? Eight, and not really knowing better? No. She was seventeen.

Love, Who?

[lolad]

That excuse works well until one puts some thought into it.

Your average wooden door in the interior of a residence is incredibly flimsy. Any adult will be able to break through such a door in only a few seconds, usually with just a single kick.

If you get the lock for your door that doesn't require a key (if you only need to slow down an idiot) you can open them from the outside easily.

The privacy lock doors in my house can be opend with a screwdriver (or butter knife, or stout fingernail, or coin, or pretty much whatevers handy)

Unfortunately once they figure this out you'd have to upgrade to a key lock door

[tropicsgoddess]

Ouch. Model paint is not cheap.

As for the cigars, get your sister to pay for every one of them....

and with interest.

[Dave1982]

Mine as well. "If you hurt yourself how would we get to you?"

That's why I gave my mother a key to my lock, for trust and for peace of mind (and in case I lock myself out).

[BookstoreEscapee]

I couldn't lock my door as a kid...it didn't work. It was a button lock, so you couldn't lock it from the outside, anyway (not that I really needed to, since I grew up in a family that wasn't a bunch of thieves and generally respected each other's private space), but the door had a crack in the edge that went from above the latch and continued below it, so it wasn't set properly and therefore didn't stay locked. (Eventually my dad had to put a screw through the door because the crack got big enough to make the entire latch mechanism nearly fall out.)

The crack may or may not have been caused by my habit of slamming the door as hard as I possibly could when I got mad.

[dalesys]

The crack may or may not have been caused by my habit of slamming the door as hard as I possibly could when I got mad.

BSE, too bad your parents wardens hadn't heard of the Don White solution: Replace swinging door with one of those pleated vinyl sliders... and listening to the chuff... chuff... chuff...

Don also told his daughter that if she didn't start treating her parents better, he would get a job at "her" mall...

Singing folk music in front of The Gap.