Whoa, where? You know we’re just south of Macon, right?
The animatronic sea lion! With lights! Not a real one. Too damned bad, because a sea lion could have protected my damned extension cords.
I doubt that it was some pro out there casing cars. Most thefts of this nature are crimes of opportunity. Some high school kids with time off of school are left to wander around and they see a car and they see stuff and…bam. It sucks, but it happens. Chalk it up to lesson learned, the same thing happened to me but instead of Christmas stuff it was CD’s and whatnot. Don’t leave stuff in your car.
Yeah. It was in Forsyth, not what you normally think of as the opportunistic crime capital, eh?
If I had to guess, I’d guess it was probably some of the local kids/young adults that live near my dad. My dad is 83, and vulnerable to folks like this. That’s just another layer of worry I have.
Did you try calling your cell phone yet? Who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky and it will turn out to be someone who’s not too bright.
LOL…thats how I got my cell phone back when some knuckle dragging miscreant borrowed my cell phone…The fucker ran up $144 of gangster rap ring tones :dubious: and deleted my address book, but at least I got it back.
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We called multiple times last night, but I haven’t tried today.
Wow.
sniffle That was beautiful. I’m really filled with warm fuzzy feelings now.
Reminds me, I must check with the police to see if the courts have given any sort of a sentence to the same scumbag who trashed my car almost a year ago.
There were a tonne of received presents in the back but hardly anything the random car thief would be after (the 50th anniversary tin box set of Forbidden Planet for example) but he was only after the car to transport the other stuff he’d thieved that night.
So a couple of other people’s night ruined aside from my own and he’ll probably get off with nothing much of a sentence :rolleyes:
I work at a bar, and on Sunday nights the entertainment is a really cool singer-guitar guy.
He called us this past Sunday to say that somebody had broken into his car shortly before the gig, stolen all his (considerable) equipment, and written “Merry Christmas!” in shoe-polish on his windshield.
To me this invites the kind of karma that hopefully the gods cannot ignore.
Some pigfeltchers broke into my brother’s car Christmas night and pinched his kid’s DVD player- and as they pedalled their methed-skanked asses out of the underground parking,the cops were there to reel them in. Here’s hoping they get a nice spell of contemplation time courtesy of the corrections branch.
A co-worker awakened bright and early Christmas morning to find that some little sweethearts had given many, many people on her block (including her) a gift of slashed tires. At least two per car, mind you, so there’s no putting on the donut tire to limp to Grandma’s–and the tire stores weren’t open. I’m thinking something lovely in gangrene for the testicles and/or pudendum of whoever did it would be a fabulous and appropriate return gift–wouldn’t it be nice if they showed up to claim it?
Fucknuggets… :rolleyes: