Saturday morning, I went to get in my car and noticed the door wasn’t latched. Weird. I got in the car and my glove box was hanging open and my center console door was open. Really weird. Then it dawned on me. My car had been broken into. I use the term “broken into” loosely because I rarely lock my car doors. I figure there’s nothing really of value for anyone to steal, and if they do steal something, it’s just an excuse to upgrade.
I looked around and nothing was missing. This puzzled me. My CDs were still there, my GPS/dashcam was still there, my MP3 player was still there. A card wallet with probably $150 in gift cards in it was still there. Yeah, I don’t expect anyone to steal my CDs, and yeah, they could have grabbed the MP3 player and said, “Oh, it’s a Zune”, but hey, doesn’t everything have some value to a pawn shop? Are these smart thieves that only steal things of real value?
So whatever, I closed everything up and went about my day, puzzling over the experience. I didn’t feel violated or anything, just confused. Like I had such shitty stuff it wasn’t even worth stealing. As I think about it now, maybe someone just wanted to know what it was like to sit in a car like mine? But why wouldn’t they close up the storage areas before they left? By Sunday evening, it didn’t even really mean anything to me. As I was driving home, I needed to put on my glasses. I wear glasses only for distance viewing and I need them especially at night to reduce the halo effect of lights.
Where’s my glasses? They’re not in their usual place. Seriously? That’s what they stole, my prescription glasses? What good will my glasses do them? What a stupid criminal.
So now, I have to get another eye exam (which is overdue anyway) and get a new pair of prescription glasses. Like most “disasters” in life, it’s just an inconvenience.
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