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Umbrella Thief Strikes Girls' Locker Room

I left my umbrella outside my gym locker this morning because I did not want to get it wet, and upon returning, IT WAS GONE! VANQUISHED! VANISHED! There were no clues left by the culprit at the scene of the crime either :(
And I had misplaced mine half a year ago, this was my dad's - I have gone through so many umbrellas - and they cost at least NZ$22 for a good one that does not 'blow up on you'. Checked every aisle in the girls' locker room for my umbrella and asked the receptionist - before and after I took my shower. No sight of Mr Umbrella. 

SIGH. HOW CAN SOME PEOPLE BE SO DISHONEST.

Now that I'm out of the gym and at the computers - I've been scouring the sea of computers and people with umbrellas - scanning for mine - everytime I see an umbrella, my head turns and I think, 'just you wait - you thief!'. :( Sigh, what a waste of money. At least it wasn't my fault. But that's beside the point.

I'm so mad at whomever stole my umbrella. :( SIGH. I suppose that's not the appropriate Christian response? What is the appropriate response? I don't know.. I suppose that would include not seething every ten seconds wishing the person who stole my umbrella will repent for their horrible deed and feel guilty the rest of the day. Haha. But I cannot console myself to say it is just an umbrella because it's really really costly. Though, I can still stop throwing invisible missiles in my mind to whomever stole my umbrella. Probably should stop myself from looking at every umbrella that I come across - don't know if I can do that.

Ah, God help me to respond appropriately.. and help those thoughts of perpetual vengeance towards THE UMBRELLA THIEF not resurge when I end up having to walk to my classes in the rain. Please :(

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