There’s More to Life Than Things
Last Friday I got home at 4:00 in the afternoon. About an hour later my parents called me and we were talking on the phone. I walked out to my car because I was on my way to my friend’s house. As I unlocked the front door of my car, I looked inside and thought, “Why is my dash ripped up?” It took me a minute to realize what had happened. My car was broken into! At first I thought that I had forgotten to lock my car, but I am anal about that, and I had unlocked my car, so that wasn’t it. I looked around my car and finally located the window they had broken to get into my car. Thankfully it was only one of those little back vent windows that they had broken.
As I was still on the phone with my parents I said, “My car got broken into! What do I do?” Well, of course they suggested that I call the police. So I did. I was a little bit shaken, but okay. Three hours later the police arrived. They swabbed all around my car; they swabbed me (to rule out my DNA, and now my DNA is on file FOREVER!). They also collected a broken screwdriver that was left on the floor of my car. It was kind of exciting to watch them. Very CSI. And I realized that CSI doesn’t quite do it by the books. But that’s to be expected.
So, along with my stereo, the thieves took the FM transmitter I had for my iPod. Thankfully I didn’t have anything else of any value in my car, so there wasn’t anything else for them to take. And my stereo was 7 years old. Not exactly prime pawning material. But oh well.
On Saturday I got my window fixed for a mere $138. Not bad. Now I’m working on getting a stereo for my car. The good thing about this is that I can get a stereo that my iPod will hook directly into, so that’s kind of cool. But it is an unnerving experience to know that someone broke into your car, was in there, and stole from you. I’m just glad my car itself is okay.
