Motherfuckers broke into my car!

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So, after a lovely night of watching crappy movies at a friend’s house, me and my friend decided to depart, as we both worked in the morning and were getting tired. We walk back to the car at Princeton & Bacon in the Excelsior neighborhood of San Francisco, and as I go to open the passenger side door for my friend, I notice I have no window.

The dashboard is ripped up and trashed, and I’m thinking, “Goodbye Aiwa mp3 CD player and new Lewis Black CD.” As …

You know what, fuck writing a coherent post. So, my CD player is still functional and intact, all my insurance and registration info is safe, and the handicapped placard in my glove box* is still in the glove compartment. But the dashboard was completely ripped up, the glove compartment was opened up, and my cell phone (why the fuck didn’t I get it when I remembered I left it in the car?!) and CD spool were gone. Plus the smashed passenger window. Not only was my car broken into by some fucking low motherfuckers, but they were fucking stupid low motherfuckers. Right now I want to go to Trad’r Sam’s, let Freddy get me absolutely shitfaced, and then get a bunch of giant Asian fucking gangtas from the Richmond and kick some motherfucking ass.

I guess, all in all, I made out OK… I still have my stereo, and a lot of the phone numbers I can retreive from either friends or T-Mobile’s billing site. I’m pissed about the CDs, too… Because my computer’s been dead, I haven’t been able to burn any mp3 CDs for the car, so I started keeping a bunch of my original CDs to the car to play. Normally, I’d say, oh, well, at least I have the mp3s ripped in iTunes, but fucking no, my HD had to fucking fry itself, so goodbye Organic Junk Fude, Tom Petty, Blues Traveler, Fleetwood Mac, and everything else I remotely fucking cared about.

*-Yes, it’s legal, and I only use it when appropriate.

OK, FTR, I’m (probably pretty obviously) fucked up… upon getting back to Ange’s, I took a couple of shots… and whatever else would bring me down from the feeling of wanting to beat the absolute everlasting shit out of an undefined someone or something.

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I recently had someone do something similar to my car. The damage they caused to the car is far greater than the value of the stuff that they stole.

Sometimes I think the police should deploy a few decoy cars with several ounces of C4 attached to the CD player. Do you feel lucky, punk?

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Someone I worked with had her car broken into. The theif had time to go through her change and only take the silver, leaving all the pennies.

And our parking lot was supposed to be monitored with a camera.

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About 4 years ago my hubby was away on buisness. When I went out to get my paper in the morning, I noticed little shards of glass. Hummm… I then noticed my window was smashed.

WTF? All they got for their crime spree was a piece of shit CD player, some loose change and oh, ALL MY FUCKING CD’S!!!

To anyone else they were probally crap, but I had spent years collecting them.

They ripped up my dash, messed up my wiring, and had stole my rolaids.

The cops? Eh. It happens. What? You followed the trail of coins and found beer bottles in the parking lot? You say kids hang out here? Eh.

I’m still pissed. I called my husband that day in tears, whining about my CD’s. And then I remembered I had been asleep just feet away when these creepy mouth breathers were busting my window. Yow!

Some people have no class. None. You have my sympathy, and my best wishes.

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Dude, we work together?

Oh wait … they took my phone charger, too.

Serves them right - generlally too broke to have anything of value in the car.

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One morning we walked out of our apartment to see our new Jeep teetering on 2 vertically placed cinderblocks. Someone had stolen the wheels. Of course, it would have been worse if they had just dropped the car on the ground - nothing like a conscientious thief. Remember people: wheel locks are your friend.
I actually saw the damn things a few weeks later on a Suzuki Samauri. Unfortunately, there was no way to prove that those custom wheels didn’t come on that piece of shit car. :dubious:

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Dumbass.

I’m sorry your shit got jacked and everything, but still:

Dumbass.

Seriously, why do people do this?

I live in a shady neighborhood. The hipster types in my building regularly leave a couple of hundred bucks worth of CDs sitting in the back seats of their cars, just waiting for some random crackhead to come by and make a withdrawal from the Bank of Yuppie. Happens at least once a week.

I, on the other hand, have a crappy tape deck and a minidisc portable that I take in with me. Just in case somebody really feels compelled to come in an get my penny collection from the coin holder, I leave the doors unlocked. Why make them go through the trouble of busting out a window?

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Seems to be a fair number of dumbass wannabe car thieves in San Francisco.

Similar thing happened to me two years ago, when my car was parked near the corner of 23rd and Grandview (edge of Noe Valley). Luckily, the idiots didn’t break a window; they used a scissors blade to pop the passenger-side lock. Then the morons tried to use that same scissors blade to force the ignition, but merely succeeded in scratching the hell out of the dash (in a neat semicircular pattern) and snapping the blade off in the keyhole. Having failed in their braindead attempt, they took a) my FastTrack transponder, b) the remote control garage-door opener, c) two cassette tapes containing a mix of anime music, and d) the change in the coin box, totaling roughly 23 cents.

I have this mental image of a couple of idiots cruising up and down the streets, trying the garage door opener on random houses, while the opening theme from My Neighbor Totoro plays in the background.

In the meantime, I had to get someone to drill out the ignition so I could start the car (with a screwdriver) and drive home across the Bay Bridge. Once I got home and removed the screwdriver, of course, I couldn’t start the car again for some reason, so it had to be towed to the service station the next morning.

So I truly feel for you. I still get that “wanting to beat the crap out of them” feeling when I think about it sometimes.

Good luck.

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Sorry man. That really sucks.

A few years ago someone broke into Demo’s truck, on Christmas Eve, and stole most of his CD’s.

It’s a really shitty feeling.

Reminder - We’ve got a box of old CD’s in the garage, You’re welcome to look through them and help yourself.

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My girlfriend’s car was broken into twice in front of my apt. I thought long and hard about sleeping in the car with a bat.

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My car was broken into a few months ago. The alarm even woke me and one of my roomies up. She walked outside while I was wiping the 3 am from my eyes. She (being the most shallow self absorbed person in America) did not mention to me, upon reentry that she did not bother to glance where I park to see if it was MY CAR ALARM. She only walked far enough out to see that it was NOT her car alarm.

Next morning I find a broken window and glass…I guess they were gonna steal my car because I remove the radio face and leave nothing in it.

I was so mad though, and it is not the first time I have been robbed

BTW, one glass place quoted me $467 for the repair and one $100. For the same piece of glass. I asked the guy at the first place if that included a trip to the Bahamas in the cost.