I moved to a new apartment two weeks early to ease my moving stress, and also because I was taking a short vacation to Colorado. I spent one night in my new apartment with my fiancée before flying out the next morning.
About 5:30 AM, I heard a car horn going off. I got up and looked out my window. My Maxima’s alarm was going off, with the headlights flashing. I quickly ran down one flight of stairs out to the parking lot. My front passenger door was open, and my stereo faceplate (the one I was supposed to remove nightly to discourage thieves) and CD’s were gone. There was a tire iron on the floormat (not mine, because mine had been stolen in a previous car break-in) and evidence that someone had try to pry the base of my stereo out. I used my key to turn off the alarm.
About this time, another resident came out. He asked who I was. My license didn’t have my new address yet, but I offered the expensive building key as proof that I lived there. He told me he’d heard my alarm, looked out, and saw several people running between my car and another in the lot. He pointed to an empty Maxima, then walked over to it. “There’re people scrunched down in it,” he reported. He confronted the person in the driver’s seat, who started to tell some cock-n-bull story.
About this time, my fiancée comes out. I tell her to go call the police. After she goes back in, the other Maxima starts up. I stand behind it, but he starts backing up anyway. I’m shouting at him. As I back up to avoid being run over (I should’ve stood my ground [slightly] and gotten him charged with hit & run), I note the make, model, and plate number of his car. He speeds off out of the only exit and heads south on Army-Navy Drive.
The police come and take down the details. I’m anxious because my flight is in 2 hours. Then, 20 minutes after they arrived, they found the car and most of its morning occupants. They bring one of them to the apartment at the same time that they took my new neighbor and me to where they found the car. (The guy they brought pointed out where they’d stashed my stereo faceplate.) They had driven home to a seedy neighborhood at the south end of Army-Navy Drive. We ID the car, although I got the color a little wrong (I said silvery when it was light blue, but this was at dawn). In the car were two other license plates and various cel phones and other electronics. Their Virginia tax sticker was obviously taken from somewhere else.
On top of all this: the girl that had been with them was a 14-year-old runaway, so they got charged with something related to that too.
Fast forward: at trial, the driver said he had been visiting his girlfriend that lived in our complex (she testified to this too); his friends who were waiting in the car were the ones who committed the crime (never mind that he fled the scene). Also, his lawyer was contending that since the car wasn’t damaged and the CD’s (that were never retrieved) weren’t that expensive, that this was a misdemeanor. When it went to jury, their main deliberation wasn’t his guilt (he was guilty), but the felony/misdemeanor distinction. They finally decided that 15 CD were worth more than $200.
After all this, though, I still made my flight! 
The word is no. I am therefore going anyway.