I'm not sure why I parked in the parking space last night instead of the garage spot. Brandon usually parks there. It was around 7 pm when I got home from work. I did the usual things I do on nights off (when the house isn't desperate for a cleaning and there isn't a mountain of dirty clothes) and went to bed shortly after Brandon got home. This morning Brandon went to pull the car around to the apartment, and just as I finished tying my shoes he pushed the door open and slammed it behind him. Thinking he was unusually angry because I was running late, I told him I was ready, but he said, "No, Sweetie, your car has been broken into. They took your CD player. I'm not sure what else. They even got into your trunk." I was of course stunned, and I asked if they had broken my window. "No, they popped it open." He then called the police station while I called our work.
When I saw my car I couldn't help remembering when Rich's CD player had been stolen from his car a few years back. It had been done right in his front yard, and the person knew how to do it, the police said. They had removed the stereo pretty neatly. I remembered thinking that I was glad it hadn't happened to my car then. The person who stole my CD player wasn't nearly as neat about it. The person pried it out of my car, causing a bit of damage. The thief took our new digital camera, and the old stereo that came with the car. To top it off, the person even got a few waters out of the trunk. I suppose stealing makes one thirsty. My car was in complete disarray (moreso than usual) and I noticed that the person had pulled out pictures from my glove compartment. One picture was of some of my friends. But one was of Brandon and I on the day we got engaged. I hope the person saw that picture even though it was probably dark. I hope that it was plain to see, these are the people you are doing this to. Obviously it didn't make a difference. The person also didn't feel compelled to steal any of the Bibles littered throughout the car, or the school books.
We're still remembering things that were in my car that now aren't, things that for the life of us we couldn't remember when the policeman and his little dusting kit visited. Oh well. It's life.
When I saw my car I couldn't help remembering when Rich's CD player had been stolen from his car a few years back. It had been done right in his front yard, and the person knew how to do it, the police said. They had removed the stereo pretty neatly. I remembered thinking that I was glad it hadn't happened to my car then. The person who stole my CD player wasn't nearly as neat about it. The person pried it out of my car, causing a bit of damage. The thief took our new digital camera, and the old stereo that came with the car. To top it off, the person even got a few waters out of the trunk. I suppose stealing makes one thirsty. My car was in complete disarray (moreso than usual) and I noticed that the person had pulled out pictures from my glove compartment. One picture was of some of my friends. But one was of Brandon and I on the day we got engaged. I hope the person saw that picture even though it was probably dark. I hope that it was plain to see, these are the people you are doing this to. Obviously it didn't make a difference. The person also didn't feel compelled to steal any of the Bibles littered throughout the car, or the school books.
We're still remembering things that were in my car that now aren't, things that for the life of us we couldn't remember when the policeman and his little dusting kit visited. Oh well. It's life.
