Gone....

I took my wedding/engagement rings into be re-sized last week. Yesterday I went to pick them up. Craig had been gone all week in California for business and I was so happy to be getting them back because I hated not having them, especially while he was gone. I know I'm married, but I like it when the rest of the world knows it too (and when some creepy old man had been a bit too flirtatious all I kept thinking was "I need my rings!"). After taking Lucy to puppy school, I went over to pick them up. I walked in and before I could even show the woman my receipt she said "We were robbed and your rings are gone." I felt like I was in a dream, that this was some bad joke. I asked a million questions and was given no answers. They would not give me a police report number, a copy of their insurance, any idea of what the heck was going on. They did tell me that Starbucks down the street was robbed, so I got in my car (sobbing at this point), drove to Starbucks where I waited in line while a woman sampled new drinks and was discussing all the different flavors with the clerk while I stood there thinking MY RINGS ARE GONE, WHO GIVES A CRAP ABOUT YOUR NON-FAT WHIP DOUBLE LATTE. I couldn't take it anymore, so I cut in front of her and asked them point blank if they had been robbed. They probably thought I was crazy, crying and asking such strange questions. The woman sampling the drinks just stared at me like how dare I cut in front of here while she's evaluating her drink choices (not the Minnesota nice I've experienced in the past). I explained why I was asking and finally got some answers. No, they had not been robbed and neither had any Starbucks' in the area. Then I went to the police. I got the police report, I got the investigators number, and now I wait. He won't be in until tomorrow, but the police officer at the station said he would definitely want to talk to me about their lying, etc. Although I'm glad no one was hurt (since it happened at gun point), I'm still so angry at the store. Why would they lie to me? Why were their display cases packed full of jewelry if they had been "cleaned out?" Why weren't my rings locked up in a safe? Why was I not notified that this happened on Monday when it was already Saturday?!?!? I have to keep reminding myself that they are just rings, but they are my rings! The ring that Craig asked me to be his wife up on the roof with and the ring that he gave me on our wedding day. I had no idea how much they meant to me until now. It makes me sick to think that they may be in a pawn shop somewhere. I'm just glad it's my rings that are gone and not my husband. Craig and I always would say "the smaller the diamond, the better the marriage." I guess no diamond = the best marriage ever! Today we went to Kohl's and bought a new ring...for $6.00. It was the least god-y ring they had, but at least I look married and just having something on my finger makes me feel comforted (since I've had something there for the past 3 years). I don't know if I will ever get them back, but I do know that I will NEVER leave any piece of my jewelry at a store again. I will sit and wait, but I'm NOT leaving.