After having my cheap-ass stereo ( I only paid $99 for it, so you can imagine how much it must have been worth after being ripped out of the dash) stolen, I used the bolt that protrudes from the rear of the replacement deck to bolt it to the dash. I came back from lunch one day to find a damn thief in my truck trying to steal the new deck. His girlfriend (the lookout) saw me coming and shouted at him to get out. He replied that “he almost had it” - like hell he did!
Anyway, they took off without may deck, but of course managed to mess up the dashboard of the truck. I really should put a rat trap back behind the stereo, but I’m afraid that I’ll forget about it.
Sorry about you car - hope they get what’s coming to them.
But it doesn’t have to be about things. This could be revenge. Perhaps you made someone mad? It doesn’t even have to be someone you know. You may have accidently cut someone off in traffic or stepped in front of someone in line at the grocery store.
People get mad, see your car, follow you home and then trash it.
Perhaps your cat hit another neighbor’s cat. People get mad and take revenge for the trivialist of reasons.
This happened to my wife’s car last year-punks broke into the car (broke the passenger window and crowbared the dash). They did over $800 worth of damage to get a $100 radio. Most likely a dope addict…hopefully he caught something nasty with his fix.
Theres nothing worse than getting the window busted out of your car to steal the pocket change in the ashtray when you have deliberately left all of the doors unlocked all the time so that someone wouldn’t break the windows if they felt they had to have the $2 in odd change sitting in the ashtray and the crap factory stereo.
Maybe I should leave a note…
Fortunately, I’m perfectly capable of putting my own windows in, which saves plenty of money.
As I walk out of the house today to head out on some errands, I notice my car is listing to one side. Thinking “Oh, crap, I’ve got a flat tire”, I walk over to that side of the car to realize - I don’t have a tire on that side anymore. Apparently someone came into our yard in the night either last night or night before last, and stole the tire, rim and lug nuts off my car. Not all four tires - just one tire. That tire was actually one that was a little slack, so I hope the little punks that stole it have a flat down the road. Still can’t believe that just one tire was stolen - but I’m glad I noticed it today instead of at 8 a.m. tomorrow morning when I’m leaving my house for work.
I know it does’nt help much but Ron White did a joke about someone stealing his truck stereo.
He tells the insurance company about it and they want to know the brand,so he thinks of something expensive. He tells them it was a Rolex. "Sir, Rolex does not make a car stereo he is informed. Ron thinks about it and says “it was a clock radio.” Seriously though I feel for you I had an entire car stolen once. Cops were like yeah it happens tough shit.
You are going to want to punch me in the face when I say this, MOL, but I have tried so hard to restrain, and I am unable to. I have to share.
Sigh. When I get something stolen from me, I try to get over the anger and frustration by transferring my emotions over to pity for the thief. It actually works as therapy for me, but I can see how it might make others madder just thinking about it.
When people steal my daughter’s bike, (it happens every summer)*, I try to remind her that the poor schmuck who took it is probably a hopeless, miserable crackhead. Or maybe the child of a miserable crackhead who never owned their own bike. It kind of helps us cope.
I hate that you have to look at those wires hanging out of your dashboard like that. I’ll take a shot of bourbon for you while I’m out tonight.
*She has been told to lock it up no matter how brief her run into the house is, but she always thinks that just once she can run in really quickly without getting robbed, and that’s when they get her. The rule is, one bike a summer. That means, if she gets robbed in April, she goes the whole summer with no bike until next year. If she gets robbed in August or September, that is much better for her. She’ll get a new bike next Spring.
I know of a business that was broken into to get the copper from fax machine/phone cords. They didn’t steal the actual equipment, just the wiring. How fucking much money is in a handful of cords after the insulation is burned off? 30 cents maybe? The damage was substantial.
FYI, I would get a window from a junkyard and look for a shop to install it. The last time it happened to me it cost me $50 total.
I’d peruse the local pawn shops and see if it is is there. In my area they have to show ID to pawn something. If it was stolen you will get it back if you call the police.
I’m sorry you got targeted. I was mad when my car got keyed and then someone left a dent in the side door. Of course when I owned a clunker nothing ever happened to it except rust!
The inside door panels are easy to pop off, and you can buy the replacement glass from a junkyard. If they let you go get your own window, you can learn how to pop the door panel off on the junker car so you know how to do it right on your own. I’ve never paid anyone to replace a door window.
She didn’t specify beyond “back window” but usually it’s the fixed quarter window on the passenger side that gets broken by thieves. It’s worth the hassle to me to have those put in by someone who does it every day.
Grr! That sounds like a scene from a comedy. When I write my screenplay about the world’s unluckiest guy, I’m incorporating this.
I’m over my urge to punch (mainly), but my response to what you say is this:
I know this guy’s life is worse than mine. And not just a little bit worse; I’m fairly certain that right now he is blowing an AIDSy cock for sixty-five cents, but still his crotch not engulfed in flames left me angry. I’ve calmed down, but not because of anything about his life, and how pitiful he is. More than anything, it’s because it’s not that big of a fucking deal. It’s wrong that the person did this, and it’s irritating as all balls that I have to take time out of my schedule and wallet to pay for this, but it’s not like he burned my apartment building down. He broke a window and stole a radio from a car that I spend a non-consecutive maximum of one hour in a month. Irritating indeed, but I’ve decided that I’m not going to kill anybody.
Yes.
By “back window” I meant the small, rear passenger side window, so it could have been a lot worse. Good idea about finding a used/junk window, folks. I really don’t want to spend a lot of money on my crappy, crappy car, and if it seals up the hole, it’s good enough for me.
One time I made the mistake of leaving my car unlocked overnight. Someone got a fair amount of change (~$40), but took the time to sort through the change and leave the key to my apartment, my other car, and the spare for the car they were sitting in. It could have been a lot worse.
On the other hand, two different people knifed the roof of my convertible, in order to break in. The second guy could at least have used the hole the first guy made. At least they missed gold clock.
In the ghetto. Bike stealing isn’t really considered a huge deal. One is expected to lock it up or kiss it goodbye. Stealing a radio out of a car would be considered a pretty big deal, but it has certainly happened, not all that often, thank goodness.
I live in a nice neighbourhood in Calgary, and everything not bolted down here is stolen, too. Too many kids in the world with nothing to do but break stuff, vandalize stuff, and steal other people’s stuff.
In high school and early college, I never got laid. I thought it was because I didn’t have a fucking car.
Eventually, I got a POS fucking car. Still never got laid. Looking back on it, it is now obvious that I was sold a wankermobile that was posing as a fucking POS.
I had to have left my car unlocked accidentally one night, because none of the windows were broken, but someone had gone through my car. Nothing gone, but it had been looked through. Original stereo from the car, so probably worth crap. Surprised they didn’t steal the most valuable thing: my prescriptions.