paragiraffe

This weekend I finally got the warm Atlanta welcome I’d been waiting for. On Friday, my car was broken into via the driver’s side window and ransacked. I am not exactly sure when this happened, as I take public transportation to work and didn’t even look at my car between Thursday night at 11:15 and Friday evening at 6:45.

I called the police so I could file a report, either for the purposes of filing insurance (probably not) or letting them know they are completely ineffectual (more likely). While waiting the thirty-five minutes, I discovered that 8th St is quite the thoroughfare—almost a dozen people walked by and told me how sorry they were. One man walked by, and, noticing the shower of glass fragments on the sidewalk, said, “Oh! Midtown snow!” He apologized as well. I should mention at this point that I had nothing of value in my car, although the (likely homeless) person who broke in took my iPod car charger (wtf?) and went through my glove compartment for something more expensive but came up empty.

When the cop finally showed up he was kind of a complete jerk. The first thing he did was lecture me on leaving anything out in my car that might make someone want to bash in my window with a rock. So, in the future, I’ll be a lot more vigilant about throwing away those empty QuikTrip cups in my backseat. But, he filed the report and said he wouldn’t be able to get any fingerprints because of the rain. Thanks, I am not an idiot, I know you are never going to find the guy.

I feel like I should be more upset about this, but in a weird way I feel kind of lucky (knock on wood). They didn’t steal my whole car, and I didn’t have anything I care about in there. I didn’t get mugged, and I wasn’t robbed. No one was hurt. It was pretty minor in the overall spectrum of crimes.

So, now I have a ghetto tarp over my window. The only thing missing is the cinder blocks propping the car up instead of wheels!

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