So at 8:24 this morning, I leisurely stroll out to my car. I unlock the driver door, and see a couple of CDs strewn in it. "Strange," I think to myself. "I don't remember doing that." Looking up slightly, I see that my glove compartment is open, and the majority of the contents (map, registration info, etc) are on the floor in front of the passenger's seat. "Strange, I don't remember doing that, either."
Because I'm slow, it's only then that I realized what happened. Sure enough, I shift my eyes ever so slightly to where me CD player is... whoops, I mean was. Son of a... *sigh* There's the frame of my dash, just hanging out there with several wires dangling where once there was a fully-functional (and fully-loaded, if you consider a single CD to be "fully-loaded") Kenwood CD player and radio combination.
First thing I do is call my dad, to let him know what happened and that I'd be late. Secondly, I call the cops. I cool my heels outside while I wait for the officer to arrive, when over walks the groundskeeper (really nice guy; even knows my name). Turns out that I was one of five total cars that were broken into: three were in the same lot as mine, and the other was on the other side of the complex. I was the lucky one, though; everyone else had a busted window, while mine had been pried open and the door unlocked. They were just looking for goods, though; the CDs I mentioned were still in their cases (though one of the CDs was the pre-show music for The Normal Heart; can't really blame them for not taking that).
After the cop got my information and filled out the report, I cleaned up my car a bit. The groundskeeper came back over and we shot the shit a bit more, when I realized that I was actually missing a piece of my car: the black section over the window that was pried off so that they could unlock it. The groundskeeper said he hadn't thrown it away, and after a short inspection, found it in the grass. The beautiful part about this is that there are some nice looking fingerprints on it; I opened and closed the door for the only other person that has ridden as a passenger, and I don't think I ever put my hand on that part of the door when closing it, so hopefully those fingerprints will help nail down who did it. Looks like I'll be calling the cops again when I get home. Good times. :\
So, now I have a car with a messed up window (still works, but it doesn't quite seal the way it used to; I don't know if it is water-tight anymore), but no CD player. This really, really sucks for me, since I drive about an hour and a half ever day. I don't know when I'll get a replacement; money is a little tight right now, and I won't be putting anything of value into my car until I get that window fixed (otherwise it'll be even easier to get in). *sigh*
Posted by Eric at August 2, 2005 01:55 PMThat sucks, Eric. However, I think I know of something that might make you feel a little better.
One of the Tripod songs that you got from me is called Protest. Play it. I think you'll be able to sympathize with Kenneth. :)
Posted by: Pikeman at August 2, 2005 03:59 PMWill do. I haven't loaded the Tripod stuff into iTunes yet. Haven't added the Mario themes either, but stuff like Marilyn Manson's cover of Tainted Love has found a warm place in my library.
Posted by: EVula at August 2, 2005 04:11 PM