Or maybe it's just this car.
I drive an ancient Subaru I inherited from my brother, who inherited it from our father. The car has . . . issues. It's the same car with the mysteriously stolen-and-replaced tire from last Easter. To set the stage: the front blinker is duct taped to the car after being hit in my apartment parking lot; the cover for the back light has fallen off; at some point keys were taken to the side; there's one off tire missing a hubcap. Oh, and the lock is busted so I have to crawl through the passenger side to open the driver side door. Makes me feel really safe when I'm entering the car in a dark parking lot.
Tell me the first thing that goes through your mind when you see this vehicle.
It's definitely "I'm going to break into this car because it clearly contains something valuable," right?
Right.
I entered the car, intending to drive to Idaho Falls. After fending off the automatic seatbelt - it occasionally snaps and tries to throttle me - I looked around. Something seemed off. Every compartment was open and the trash bag had been scattered. This certainly wasn't how I left it. It slowly dawned on me that the loose change had all been removed, as had my cassette tapes.
Who, in 2011, steals cassette tapes and leaves the USB charger?
I know my junior high self's taste in radio music and slight ineptitude at recording songs and not commercials is worth thousands, if not more. But seriously. They also stole my wickford express tape, which I'm significantly more upset about (who in Idaho apart from my father and myself even listens to sea chanteys?!).
At least they didn't take Edgar.
Edgar may have scared them off before they finished. :-)
ReplyDeleteThen he has served honorably and well.
ReplyDeleteTime for some chainsaw hunting. Obviously.
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