My car got broken into last night!!! Nothing was taken and no damage was done. But everything in the glove box was strewn all over the place. When I went out to my car, the driver's side door was ajar.
Out of all the cars in my apartment complex, Hondas, Toyota Carollas, Black Mercedes, etc., they gotta pick my little $hitbox. It's a rolling trash can. When I told my daughter I'd be delayed in coming over, she asked why and I told her. Her snide comment was, "Mom, how can you TELL if anything was stolen, your car is a trash can on wheels." Hahaha. Very funny. Not amused at all.
I called the cops and they came out and took a statement. If I hear one more "Are you SURE you locked it?" I'm gonna hurt someone. I lock my car every single night because of the neighborhood I live in. The cop told me they were looking for either spare change, or GPS systems, anything electronic they can sell quick on the street. Gee, that's reassuring. I'm going to have to have my alarm re-hooked up. I had it disconnected a couple of years ago when it got stuck on alarm and was going off all the time. Turned out it was a bad battery.
*looking up, waiting for the other shoe to drop* what ELSE can go wrong??? My therapist wonders why I walk around so angry and hostile. Ugh!!
No wonder I love my cats more.
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