I had a very quiet, peaceful drive to work early this morning. Just me and minimal traffic, singing softly to myself in my neat little car with the big engine.
Ordinarily, I like to listen to the news on NPR in the morning. Or I look for a weather report so I can see if I’m dressed appropriately for the weather, which at this time of year, I rarely am. Sometimes I like to listen to my favorite radio station and sing along.
This morning was different however. Why, you may ask, was it so quiet and newsless and musicless in my car?
BECAUSE SOME ASSHOLES STOLE THE FUCKING STEREO OUT OF MY GODDAMNED CAR!!!
What kind of a turd-breathed ass wipe steals a $200 stereo/CD player out of an old car? My car was locked and in my garage. And while I think it’s a cool old beast to cruise around in, it’s an OLD car and not of much interest to anyone but me. Why, why, why???
Not only that, but the bastards apparently tried to tear the entire dashboard off the car with a fucking screw driver before realizing that they could pop the stereo out without any effort. So my old Jaguar has probably $1000 worth of damage to the temperature controls et al, all over a $200 stereo.
If they’d knocked on the door and asked me, I would have given them the bleeding $50 they’re going to get for the thing in a pawn shop.
They fucked up the seats, smashing them all the way forward to look in the backseat for more valuables. They left the glove compartment and both doors open, and they did something evil to my interior lights so that they won’t come on. They they smashed a tail light.
And now, even though there are MUCH worse things that could have happened (theft of the entire car comes to mind, or of course bodily harm) I feel like a fucking victim. I feel completely violated, nervous about the locks on my doors, and furious that I now have to go out and buy all kinds of theft protection devices. Of course, this is a ridiculous thing to do. It’s too late for theft protection devices and there’s nothing left in my car to steal. But I’m under the impression that it’s just what you DO when you’re a theft victim. Overreact. Which is exactly what I plan to do.
Goddamn it, who had to ruin my perfectly happy, ordinary Friday morning by trashing my pretty little car!? I’m getting some sort of evil weapon, like a tazer and I’m going to sit around and wait for assholes to come near my car. Yeah…I’ll sit out all night. Then after I zap them, I’m going to go through their pockets and remove all their good bits with a rusty screw driver.
Anyone want to help?
-L