And what did you get? The loose change in my ashtray and a fucking radio. Riddle me this, Batman, how much crack, exactly, can you get for a used car stereo? How long will your high last you? Three minutes? Oh, five? Great. I’m glad you think your lousy five fucking minute high was worth breaking my fucking window and taking my fucking shit.
That’s not even true. I hope you somehow manage to be burned to death while drowning at the same time.
So I go out to my car today with the naive expectation that it has not been burgled, and notice the CD I had in was on my car seat. “Why’s that CD there? Oh, I guess I must have taken it out in a hurry, looking for something, and didn’t put it back.” Yes, that may be it. Then I notice all my car manual, maintenance logs and random registration are on the passenger side floor. “Oh… kaaay, and I was looking for something in my glove box too?” My memory is faulty, and my car’s contents don’t rearrange themselves. Well maybe they do, because why the hell would I be throwing papers all around?
So just as I ask myself if it is possible that my CD jumped onto the driver’s seat by itself, I conclude that my things have not rearranged themselves. Someone, perhaps the person who ripped my radio out of my car, had taken the liberty of rearranging them for me. How thoughtful! This same person also thought it would be helpful to break my back window, and arrange a pile of broken glass in my back seat. Thank you for the involuntary ventilation!
Couldn’t the son of a bitch have just wedged the car door open like a normal person? Did the fucking bastard really have to smash my window? Really? Were the only options to 1) break into my car, and 2) to cause unnecessary damage for a cheap, crappy radio, and 35 cents worth of nickels and pennies?
No shit. It’s probably gonna run me, what, $200? Two-hundred-fucking-dollars so someone could sell $7 worth of crap.
Then I got more pissed after I was driving, when I finally stopped swearing to myself that I hope the asshole’s penis is torn off by hungry falcons, I thought it was a little too quiet in my car, and went for the radio. Whoops! That’s what I was swearing about in the first place! Well, I was more upset about the window than the radio, but the radio was still part of it. I’m also worried that my car is gonna get squirrels and spiders in it now that I have a gaping hole in the side of my car. I don’t want any damn squirrels and spiders in my car! So this means I’ve going to have to get really ghetto about it, and tape it up all tacky-like until I can get to my mechanic on Monday. I could go to some other guys, but I like mine, so I’ll wait.
Hey, at least they were considerate enough to leave the CD.
I know how it feels though. My car has been broken into 3 times over my life. I’ve lost 3 after market stereos, one radar detector, a ton of CDs and had to replace how many driver’s side windows? Then it was completely stolen from the back lot at work. Police found it 4 days later missing the stereo (again) and the airbag in the steering wheel
I literally felt raped.
Then, a year ago, someone broke into my wife’s car at her school, stole her purse, but left her iPod sitting right there out in the open. WTF?! They racked up a total of $21.14 at a gas station before we cancelled our cards. Thanks for the hours upon hours of hassle for you slimjims and doritos, dipships.
These people really are morons, and should be launched into the sun.
That’s almost exactly what happened to me a few years ago, MeanOldLady, except they broke the passenger door door lock instead of the window. I had bought a cheap stereo at FutureShop; I’m sure they must have gotten a good $10 for it! They also rejected my cd and left it in the car. I learned, however, that FutureShop has a policy of replacing stolen stereos with a receipt and a copy of your police statement.
Once my window got busted while I was at a pool hall for an hour or so. Busted the driver’s side window, and only took my shitty portable CD player(this was back in the 90’s) and an unopened pack of cigarettes, ignoring probably $20 worth of quarters in the door pocket and two huge CD cases with about 400 CD’s in them. The CD player I couldn’t care less about; getting the window fixed was a pain in the ass but insurance covered it. The cigarettes OTOH, that was just wrong.
Jesus Harold Christ, what is up with these people thieving for pennies? You’re costing me a few hundred dollars so you can steal the pennies from my ash tray. Unfortunately, my insurance will not cover it. I have whatever the cheapest insurance you can have is, the one you get so the cops can’t give you a ticket. It felt like a good idea at the time considering that I’ve driven my car three times in the last 30 days. I do not commute to work; I live and work downtown, so I walk there everyday, and I bicycle most other places.
And here’s another reason to curse his hide. It’s raining, so I had to patch up my window before Monday, so that my car didn’t get wet inside. So here I am, in the fucking rain, with a hoodie on because taping my car up while holding an umbrella isn’t working, getting wet, trying not to have my hood blow up, taping up my fucking window in the goddamn rain because some motherfucking goddamn son of a fucking whore decided to smash my window open to remove nickels from my ashtray, and rip out my goddamn stereo.
Yeah, mine too,- and inventory of shit stolen? Since I’d been to costco that day, a case of coke zero and 36 rolls of TP. The weekend before Xmas- I hope his mama enjoyed her ass-sanitizing gift that year :mad:
How much crack could he possibly get for a crappy radio whose brand I can’t even remember?
And that’s sort of the thing! I try to rationalize my ire, and say to myself that whatever horrible fate I wish upon him, he is probably already living. I’m pretty sure that this louse-ridden scumbag, whose life is apparently so horrible that he’s been reduced to breaking car windows, rummaging through glove boxes for anything he can find, and walking away with car radios, which he can likely sell for precisely $7 a piece, is already living in hell. I actually believe this. I do think that this person has a miserable, wretched existence, so I should be content that I’ve already achieved the awful life that I’m willing upon him. Yet somehow, I want him to suffer more.
I’ve figured out how he can die in a fire while simultaneously drowning. Light the sonofabitch on fire while water-boarding him.
Maybe I’ll be less upset about this in the morning. In the meantime, I’ll clean my apartment. (I clean when I’m angry.) Edit: Annie, love the sig, doll.
Some kids (I assume they were kids) got into my (now sold and cubed) car and took off with the faceplate of the stereo. Yes that’s right, just the faceplate, while they left behind the actual stereo. Maintenance people at the apt. complex found the faceplate, but the CD case which was also in the car was never found, and that was easily $200 worth of CDs, which would have been worthless to the little bastard absent the jewel boxes.
You need to move to Los Angeles. You’ll still get your car broken into, but at least it probably won’t be raining, and the police take car theft very, very seriously. “Leads, yeah, sure. I’ll just check with the boys down at the crime lab, they’ve got four more detectives working on the case. They got us working in shifts! Ha-ha!”
When I was in high school one of the neighbor kids used to break in to cars to steal stuff. He’d smash the window with a brick or a rock and quickly grab anything in sight, but he was especially looking out for purses and bags. He claimed he would do up to a dozen cars a day if he had to. All to score $40 for his daily meth habit. I’d say odds are good you weren’t the only victim that day.
I’ve had my car broken into for change. The worst part was that they didn’t take any cd’s. I was offended that they thought my taste in music was so crappy that they steal them too.