Thief

Plans progressing with my Aunt Bernie's funeral, thinking about her a hundred times a day. But soon it will be 50 and then 25 and it will most likely stay there. I've known her for 53 years, it's not likely she'll fall off my radar overnight.

So, as I mentioned in my last post. Our farm store was robbed last Wednesday. While I was in Eureka getting more meat to stock our farm store, and Keith was in the house, a individual came into our store and swiped our cash and our digital scale.

It does not appear that any meat or flour or popcorn was taken. All my soap is accounted for. I would feel better if they took some bone-in chops, as at least then I would know they were hungry or some soap, at least they would be a clean thief. Hunger and personal hygiene I can deal with, but taking our hard earned money and the scale we use to weigh our meat, we'll that's pretty low.

The police were called and reports filed.

After a year and a half of doing self serve in our store, we consider ourselves blessed to have so many wonderful customers who not only PAY FOR what they take (imagine that) but sometimes leave a little more. They understand that to hire a full time staff person would mean increased meat prices and none of us want that, and so for now we do not plan to do so.

But we do ask those of you who read my blog to pay by check whenever you can. In fact the day after the robbery, a brand new customer from Chicago came to the store and unaware that we only took cash and check, she had only a debit card.  We told her to take the food and mail us a check. We got it two days later.

We know that 99.9% of the people who crossed our stores threshold are good and decent and honest. As for you other  0.1%?

You stink.