OUCH! ah feeling dat pain!
Sometimes it's not the item but the sentimental value.
At the Mandarin Restaurant in Markham Ontario, someone broke into our car, smashed the window, stole hubby's laptop, new shoes, my purse (all in broad daylight eh?). In my wallet was a photo of me, my cousin and my mother. I was about 4. We were all dressed up for the photo.
That photo meant a lot to me and someone has tossed it in the trash or tore it up because it meant nothing to them.
Ah have a funny tory about the laptop doh. I should write it for all yuh.
