Last night. In my driveway. I am annoyed. They took the folding money in the ashtray–$2.00, big whoop. They left the folding knives and the inexpensive binoculars, and they even opened the hood. I think they were trying to get the battery (which is impossible to find) or they were trying to hot-wire it.
Aside from the mess, the monetary loss is minimal. But I am very angry about the invasion of my personal space. It was intrusive and obnoxious. Someone took a turn by the high school too rapidly last night, and flipped their car. I wonder if it was related.
William The Coroner's Forensic Files 
Car thieves took my father’s pickup truck right out of his driveway a few years back. A week later, police found it in a run-down area of town, and it had been stripped for parts. Nearly everything but the sheet metal and glass was gone. Many folks would rather steal than work, but I can’t help but think that the effort often expended would serve well in a legitimate career not likely to end with a gunshot or an extended stay in the Graybar Hotel.
Comment by Brandon — Monday, 23, March, 2009 @ 13:04 |
Well, this certainly fits into the proverbial “insult to injury”.
Comment by Katie — Monday, 23, March, 2009 @ 13:40 |
That sucks. How’d they get into the car?
Comment by Matt — Monday, 23, March, 2009 @ 15:07 |