... by breaking into my car.
I come out of work the other day and am greeted with not one, but two smashed windows. Did he fucking decide to go in one and go out another?! The Radio, of course, was taken. Everything in the glove compartment was taken - that includes my registration and a pile of napkins (What the hell?!). It looks like the person tried to pry off some of the padding on the steering wheel. The Rear view mirror had been broken off - but not taken oddly enough, I found it in the back seat. Of course the little key chain I hung from it was taken too. The seat neck rests had also been removed. Aaaaand the driver's seat was moist with god only knows what kind of liquid.
Yeah. Words can't even begin to express my rage.
So with no other options, I called the police and waited there for them to arrive. Nearly an hour later a cop shows up and we go through all the hoops. At least he was polite and genuinely concerned. He wouldn't allow me to limp the car home though - which I guess I can understand, as it looked like the thief tried to do actual damage to the steering wheel. We arranged to have it towed. One very long hour later the truck arrives as well as mom to give me a ride home.
I was so drained from the ordeal that I think I just went to sleep as soon as I got home.
So yeah... I'm gonna be moody for a while... Motherfuckers...
On a completely unrelated note, I finally got a copy of photoshop... I just kinda don't have the drive to use it at the moment... and no, for the first time in my life, that pun wasn't intentional.
Well, time to get a ride to work! Oh boy! At least I won't have a car there in the parking lot for someone to break into today.
Devious Comments
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"He shifted his weight and his trousers disappeared as if by magic!"
I'm really pissed off about it all, but especially about the Kirby-napping. That's just kinda salt in the wound.
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I eat people like me for breakfast.
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Let's hate them together.
I don't even HAVE a car to be broken into, so I can't even begin to imagine how much this sucks for you. <:/
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