Some things seem to disappear when travelling.
I had a pair of jeans stolen in Jakarta, Indonesia.
I wasn't seriously upset because it was on the last day of my trip.
I was just mildly agitated because I had just had them washed,
and I was going to be flying back to the cold and snow of the Northern Hemisphere.
A friend and I travelled down the west coast of the U.S. in an old van.
I put a bumper sticker on the back that said: Have a Nice Day!
Fluorescent green with psychodelic lettering.
It was a present from my brother from when he was a hippie.
I'd saved that thing for years.
Someone stole it off the van in Santa Barbara, California.
When I was staying at a hostel in Australia, someone stole shirts off of the outdoor laundry line.
Most of the shirts taken belonged to a guy who had chronic eczema all over his body.
I hope the thief was the same person who stole my bumper sticker!
