Fuck you very much, thief!

[MsRobyn]

Yesterday, I had to run an errand. When I went to open the door to my car, it wasn't closed properly. Strange, I thought; I could've sworn I closed it all the way. On the way back to my house, I noticed a strange quiet. Funny, I KNEW I had the CD player in the tape deck. Then I looked down at the front seat, where the player should have been.

It was missing. The slightly-ajar door made sense at that point. Some wanker entered my car and stole my CD player. My brand-new, $100.00, capable of playing MP3s CD player. The CD player that I was going to take to the hospital with me. And now some asshole has it.

The irony is, I live in a gated community. The gates are kept closed, and you need a code or a special opener to get in. So, in all likelihood, it was taken by someone who lives here. Yes, a neighbor. A neighbor who lives here presumably because they want security and privacy; the same security and privacy that they helped themselves to when they took my CD player.

The best I can hope for is that it was lifted by a kid whose parents will notice the fact that their kid has an expensive, almost-new CD player he didn't have before yesterday and ask about it. But that's being overly optimistic.

It's not even the damn player I care about. My property was entered without my knowledge and permission, my privacy was violated, and something of mine that I worked hard to earn the money for was taken.

Airman is going to replace my player, and we're going to get another one in the next day or so. But, in reality, he shouldn't have to. I should still have the one I bought. But, no.

*sigh*

Robin

[Jurhael]

OHHHH! How awful.

[TeaElle]

Robyn, last summer, someone broke into Mr. tlw's car in the two hours between the time when he packed for a trip and when he went down to leave. They got all of his cds, his laptop, pda, jewelry and personal items from his suitcase, sunglasses, discman, camera, and the faceplate from the car stereo. These were items in a locked, alarmed vehicle which was parked in a well-lighted, locked, guarded garage with limited pedestrian access. Neither the doorman on duty nor the garage guard claimed to see anything.

The police wouldn't even bother dusting the car for fingerprints. Property crime is a gimme these days, especially theft from cars; law enforcement doesn't give a damn until someone's hurt.

Am I the only one who remembers when people respected other people's property? Blargh. I remember a time when you wouldn't want to be caught looking into someone else's car too hard, even if you were just admiring it. I'm sorry that you had to go through this too, Robyn.