In the six years, I’ve lived here, it’s happened twice before - once about a year and a half ago, once last month. (I should be happy, last time, they went through the window.) This time, I can’t tell. I’m almost certain I locked my door last night, but it wasn’t locked when I went out to the car in the morning. I just don’t know.
So far, on the list of things that are missing are:
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[li]my shoes. Why shoes? (I wear women’s size 10 - which is far to big for most women and far too small for most men. They’re simply an odd unuseable size. But they’re gone.) Also, why these shoes? there were several other pairs in the car, what made them pick the one pair that I use frequently? Why not the tennis shoes that were right next to them? Or the sandals, or actually cute high heeled boots? Or, well, the other sandals, or the pumps? Or the dance shoes (that can be worn outside)? They saw them all, but left those alone.[/li][li]A thermometer in a broken case. Again, why the fuck does someone think “I’ll take her thermometer! Bwahaha” Criminial mastermind there.[/li][li]A 5 cheap-glass necklace.[/li][li]My glasses. Jackass. These are not great glasses, they're not great frames (I've sat on them too many times, that they're working at all is a miracle) so they can't be sold for parts, they're also pretty much entirely unusable by anyone who doesn't have my prescription which is not conveniently written on the glasses, so how will you know if they're any good. As far as I can tell, they're worthless to the asshole who ripped through my car, it's just to make it worse to me (I did need a new eye appointment...but I'd rather not be forced into one like this.[/li][li]My postcards from New Zealand. Again, unless there's some sort of underground black market in international postcards.... why? They were clearly just postcards. They're of (again) no value to anyone but me...and now, they're gone...[/li][li]A bag of pennies. If there was .50 in there, I’d be shocked.[/li][li]A walkman. (finally, something of arguable value. It did only cost me $10, but at least I can see what someone might want with a $10 walkman).[/li][li]Various materials from weightwatchers. Apparently, I’ve underestimated the value of the point system…perhaps they’ll find some reason to use it.[/li][li]My office key card. So whoever has this can break into my office. If they knew where it was. Which they don’t, unless they’ve been stalking me, too. I however, can’t use the bathroom without bothering my co-workers.[/li][/ul]
That totally sucks. I know how it feels. I had my car broken into (years ago), and they stole a cheap jacket and a cheap pair of sunglasses (they left the oakleys, too the 5$ pair ) You really feel violated in a way, even though they made off with nothing terribly valuable…
Yeticus Rex, ha ha a bigger thermometer… that is only an hour or so away from me via I-15
I was really pissed off when my car was broken into and I realized that the stuff they took wasn’t even worth the amount of the window they broke to get in.
A small book with some burned CDs and one real CD
My favorite purse (That I got on clearance for $5, no big monetary loss there.) that only had a small amount of stuff, since I’d just put some stuff in it that night and didn’t use it that often.
My car keys- they were in my purse, my husband was using his, and I didn’t feel like carrying them around in my pocket, so I threw them in the purse and put it in the trunk.
My husband’s old jacket.
I’m glad they didn’t find the keys and take the car, since we were about 150 miles from home.
My senior year in high school, some stupid kids decided to break into my car ('89 Crown Victoria station wagon) and steal my stereo face plate. Not the whole stereo, because then they could actually do something with it. But without the face plate my stereo wouldn’t work and i had to buy another fucking stereo.
lousy high school kids… mumble…grumble…
Uhm, based on the list of things you keep in your car, I think what you actually need is a house!
All joking aside, though, I’ve had 2 different apartments I’ve lived in broken into, and, for the most part, completely ridiculous stuff taken (clothes – really, really old ones at that, when there was jewelry, electronic equipment, etc. they could’ve taken). But it doesn’t matter what’s stolen, it is a completely creepy sense of violation you feel when you realize someone’s been in your home/car and gone through your stuff. And anger. Oh man, I was really pissed off. They’re just damn lucky they never actually got caught, that’s all I have to say. I HATE thieves! HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE, HATE the little fuckers.
So anyway, yeah, I can empathize and I’m sorry to hear that happened to you.
Back before cell phones, my mom had a car phone. The kind that’s permanently installed, handset up front, all the guts and stuff bolted underneath the car. At least a half a dozen times, while the car was sitting in our driveway, someone smashed the passenger side window and stole the handset. Which was completely useless without, you know, the rest of the car. Six times!
There are actually very logical explanations for everything but the shoes (which have an explanation, it just isn’t logical). For example, the glasses - I only wear glasses when I drive or when I go to the theater/movie/etc. which I would have to drive to. So it makes sense for them to be inside the car instead of having to look for them in the house the same way I hunt down my keys. The same type of thing with the office key card.
But yes, the car is full.
Oh, and it turns out I was wrong about the walkman, I’d put it in my gym bag - so as far as I can tell, they took nothing useful at all.
chapstick (used)
my registration
owner’s manual (for a 1993 Geo!)
gift certificate to a sailing store
tape box filled with tapes of Phantom of the Opera, Bette Midler, Garth Brooks, and anything else I liked back when I would purchase tapes (and some of them were dubbed).
Net value to the baddies: $0, because they never used the gift certificate.
My car before that also got broken into. They didn’t get anything. My stuff was strewn along the street, but the only things of value in my car then were civil engineering textbooks. If they had realized how expensive those are, I might have been in trouble.
I found that even when nothing of value gets stolen, it hits you in the gut. Especially the first time. It also doesns’t help when you are sitting outside waiting for the police and some guy walking by looks directly into your eyes and says, “I know you’re not gonna fuckin’ cry.” Gee, what are the chances that you’re NOT the one who broke into my car? Sheesh!
Dubbed tapes are a favorite target of those RIAA goons.
A friend of mine moved to Philadelphia years ago. The first week there, her car was stolen. She was hysterical…small town girl, never away from home, etc.
Her parents drove 600 miles to stay with her and help her file insurance reports. The morning after they arrived, they went to go out to breakfast. Yep, their car was gone.
Same shit happened to me. They also tried to pry off the back seat. They probably thought they could get into the trunk and hoped there’d be a pot of gold in there…or at least a sub cabinet (in a Taurus?). What they didn’t realize is that if the seat does not fold down, there’s probably a metal barrier between the back seat and the trunk.
) You really feel violated in a way, even though they made off with nothing terribly valuable…